I see them enter new life
Armed with nothing but good will
Free air fills their lungs
And serpents crawl beside
Cradle to grave security
The moonlight, the crops, the water
Plentiful as they may seem
The touch, the breath, the look
Real as they appear
Trust was their only currency
Equality was the governing law
Hope brought peace and tranquility
And butterflies never died…
The Australian aborigines lived in conditions of managed abundance and harmony with the land for sixty thousand years! They didn’t wage wars, they didn’t experience famine, the concept of suicide was unknown to them, they had no government except their local councils and they paid no taxes. They worked three days a week and the rest was leisure.
In our language we have no such word as “please” or “thank you” because what is expected of us is that we share or we give what we have. Today we have to say “please”, we have to say “thank you”, we have to beg for things. In the old days it was just a given thing that we would share things. That was a part of who we are.
/Aboriginal elder/
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