THE OURIMBAH MEDITATIONS 1 The dark is a stealthy weapon,a vault to hold the errant childwho will not be reformed.The gloaming, a scaffoldfor her unruly spirit—feral being, dashingbetween thorns and honeysuckle.She morphs to a powerful owl,eyes glowering, spinning her headin the salt bush. They fear her—speckled, tawny, nodessprouting on her back.She will become un-governable soon.The … Continue reading The Ourimbah Meditations – Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad