Rhythms at the heart of Australia

Last year I made a painters pilgrimage to the centre of this huge land, Australia.
Dry, hot, empty it is but not dead.
There is a strong, primal energy there that pumps day and night.
It is though the very land is alive.
Feeling this energy under the immense blue sky
Standing on the red orange earth
Out in the desert
You can experience – timelessness.

It is only now wrapped in lush greenery,
And a year later,
That I’ve begun to realise how powerful an experience it was.