Carpe Diem – Creation Myths (tanka)

Today’s myth is about three sisters … it’s another Aboriginal gem from Australia!

three sisters silent
await their father’s long search
he lost magic bone
though safe from Bunyip’s anger
they live now as mountain stone

Here the full myth which I’m copying from the Carpe Diem post:

The Three Sisters an Aboriginal Legend of Down Under

Three sisters, Meenhi, Wimlah and Gunnedoo had a father who was a witch doctor. His name was Tyawan.
Long ago there was a Bunyip who lived in a deep hole who was feared by all. Passing the hole was considered very dangerous, therefore whenever Tyawan had to pass the hole in search for food, he would leave his daughters safely on the cliff behind a rocky wall.
One fateful day, Tyawan waved goodbye to his daughters and descended down the cliff steps into the valley.
Meanwhile at the top of the cliff, Meenhi was frightened by a large centipede which suddenly appeared before her. Meenhi took a stone and threw it at the centipede. The stone continued on its journey and rolled over the cliff, crashing into the valley below which angered the Bunyip.
The rocky wall behind Meenhi, Wimlah and Gunnedoo then began to split open and the three sisters were left stranded on a thin ledge at the top of the cliff. All the birds, animals and fairies stopped still as the Bunyip emerged to see the terrified girls. As the Bunyip began to approach the girls, to protect them from harm, their father Tyawan used his magic bone to turn them into stone. Angered by this, the Bunyip then began to chase Tyawan. Becoming trapped, in order to flee from the Bunyip, Tyawan changed into a magnificent Lyre Bird, yet in the process dropped his magic bone. Tyawan and his three daughters were now safe from the Bunyip.
Once the Bunyip had disappeared, Tyawan returned in search of his magic bone, yet this was never to be found. The Lyre Bird has been searching for this magic bone ever since. Remaining in rock formation, The Three Sisters stand silently overlooking the valley hoping that one day he’ll find the bone and turn them back to former selves.

When visiting The Three Sisters, if you listen carefully you may be able to hear the Lyre Bird, Tyawan, as he continues his quest for his lost magic bone.


Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Myth, Legend and Saga

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Legends and Myths from Australia – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

In empty darkness
ancestors awoke
in Dreamland

roamed the earth

finding bundles
made by creatures
they carved the humans

each human owes
allegiance to his totem
for his bundle in the grass

eternal ancestors
returned to their slumber
their toiling done

the sacred signs
they left behind
can be found everywhere

the now is Dreamland
between each heartbeat
ready to return

Carpe Diem’s legends and myths looks into the creation of the world as seen by the Australian Aborigine.

How the World was Created – An Aboriginal Dreamtime-story.

There is no single creation story among Aboriginal peoples, who have a diverse mythology. Some traditions hold that the Earth was created by one of the gods of the Dreamtime, others that particular creatures were created by particular gods or spirit ancestors.

In the beginning the earth was a bare plain. All was dark. There was no life, no death. The sun, the moon, and the stars slept beneath the earth. All the eternal ancestors slept there, too, until at last they woke themselves out of their own eternity and broke through to the surface.
When the eternal ancestors arose, in the Dreamtime, they wandered the earth, sometimes in animal form – as kangaroos, or emus, or lizards — sometimes in human shape, sometimes part animal and human, sometimes as part human and plant.
Two such beings, self-created out of nothing, were the Ungambikula. Wandering the world, they found half-made human beings. They were made of animals and plants, but were shapeless bundles, lying higgledy-piggledy, near where water holes and salt lakes could be created. The people were all doubled over into balls, vague and unfinished, without limbs or features.
With their great stone knives, the Ungambikula carved heads, bodies, legs, and arms out of the bundles. They made the faces, and the hands and feet. At last the human beings were finished. Thus every man and woman was transformed from nature and owes allegiance to the totem of the animal or the plant that made the bundle they were created from — such as the plum tree, the grass seed, the large and small lizards, the parakeet, or the rat.
This work done, the ancestors went back to sleep. Some of them returned to underground homes, others became rocks and trees. The trails the ancestors walked in the Dreamtime are holy trails. Everywhere the ancestors went, they left sacred traces of their presence — a rock, a waterhole, a tree.
For the Dreamtime does not merely lie in the distant past, the Dreamtime is the eternal Now. Between heartbeat and heartbeat, the Dreamtime can come again. (Source: Aboriginal Creation-story)

Here is the prompt: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #473  go have a look…this series is fascinating even if you don’t write haiku!  Bastet

A Birthday Poem

Local disused church – Woomelang, Australia

Local disused church – Woomelang, Australia

 Faithfully standing,
leaning and swaying a bit.

In need of a mending…
yes, a bit dilapidated,
in ruin and corrugated.

a symbol of belief,
carefully cultivated,
in a distant youth
with glorious
song and pomp!

Now just memories
in need of a
patching up
or a conversion.

Some bright new idea,
an inspiration,
would lend new energy
and purposeful meaning
to your life.

Here’s to you, my friend
who’s celebrated
your 72nd year
of life.

I wrote this poem today for Pixelventures’ thanks to Leanne Cole‘s lovely photograph of this disused church in Woomalang, Australia.

I’m not sure why an old church should remind me of a person, or vice-versa…but somehow it does.  Perhaps because this person was particularly dogmatic in his beliefs, sure in his purpose, with nary a doubt; what in Italy we call a 68er.  Best wishes in anycase.