An urge brought me to The Sydney Rocks
I craved its vibes for reasons lost in time
Why?
I have been here many times.
The Harbour, the Quay, are no strangers to me
Along the stall-lined alleys
I saw familiar sights—the crafts, the clothes, the cafés
My eyes feasted on the multi-coloured hats, jewelry and native art
I inhaled the aroma of eucalyptus souvenirs, soaps and essential oils
Street musicians entertained my ears with country, rock and pop
But, I know them all
What am I here for?
What has lured me to The Sydney Rocks?
Is it just the rollicking market?
Or my mother, whose home always feels like home to me
Every time I come?
My own home is in
A different place
A different hemisphere
A different time zone
Ten thousand miles away.
I heard a sound—a ring and a rippling vibration
That stirred my senses and lifted my soul
I stood in front of a stall with temple bowls—large, medium and small
Metal bowls with etching of dragons sat on tiny cushions
Their roots lost in time
They drew me close
Someone hit the edge of the bowl with a wooden stick
And swirled it around the edge
The sound was scintillating
Tantalizing
Mesmerizing
I stood still, watching, clinging onto the energy and the vibration
Drifting into timelessness
I picked up a stick and did the same
And the bowl sang to me!
It gripped my heart
My soul
My spirit
I knew it.
The bowl has brought me to The Rocks
It will come with me to
A different place
A different hemisphere
A different time
Ten thousand miles away
My own home.
MonaTam 