Midnight reverie


Thoughts explode from the depths,

I know not where,

my blindfold ripped from my eyes,

our constructed world is a mess,

a house built on sand,

when the tsunami of flood struck,

when the merging fires ravaged bushland,

turning greenery to lifeless ashen black,


when the unseen killer virus struck,

wreaking havoc on our ordered disorder

of life on earth, a wasteland of free will,

what is left standing but a mirror

of the roots of the choices we have made,

and we have just began

to scratch the surface of our undoing.


who are we, how do we spawn the birth

of a new dreaming, a deeper listening to

the yearning of the Spirit

within us, to be One.

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Restlessness 2020


The burning bush

The burning bush in our sights.

Too close for comfort,

Dancing flames encircling our hearts

Terrorizing our souls,

The roar of nature’s fury

Redefining eternity,

Engulfing my shrinking imagination.

Where will my Dreaming dwell

When the barks of trees

Are reduced to ashes,

When thunderous silence replaces

The sweet tweets of songbirds,

When my vision of a verdant landscape

Is erased by a fiery formidable wind?

Where is the place I can call home

when the flaming red sun has crowned

the sky like a ball of fire foreboding a tragic loss?



The enemy within

Treasure each precious moment

we spend with the people we love,

the ‘other’ becomes us, even the unloved,

covid-19 pandemic’s global proportion

has brought us together to face the enemy within,

the need to walk hand in hand

to expel the fatal threat to our collective survival

imposed by the unseen, time out in our isolation

to reflect on the pointlessness of geopolitical

and biological wars, the quest for total control,

the vandalism of nature, our fatalistic faith

that the market economy will solve all our problems,

the practice of modern day slavery,

the marginalisation and disempowerment

of our fellow human beings.

Lest we forget the story of stories,

the return of our original face!



Empty space,

retail shops look like a ghost town,

people hiding in their nesting places,

running away from deathly pandemic,

once in a while, the harbinger of Death

visits the earth reminding all souls

of the fragility of material life,

forgetting when they emerge out of the womb

that what fundamentally matters

are the footsteps they choose

to take till their last breath.

What is LIFE? What is DEATH?

Why are we here? What is the bottom line?

After the storm that struck fear

in our hearts has gone,

will they return to the landscape

of forgetting?


Stillness (Sleepless in Newtown)

Darkness is not void.

Fertile shadows of my mind.

The sound of silence roars.

I am here and not here.

In between spaces of fullness.

I declare my Love.

The Universe speaks.

The Nameless.

It is mutual.

Effervescent pause


Surge of waves invade my head,

the sky at Wentworth Falls lake mirrors my unease,

my desire to escape a chattering mind.

I’m mesmerised with an effervescent stillness,

an uncanny pause pulling me inward,

drawing me into a stream of consciousness

lost in vacant space.

Kylie Kwong, food and Aboriginal ingredients: a “force for positive social change”

Acclaimed Australian chef and restaurateur, Kylie Kwong declared her vision for the 2020s — food as a “force for positive social change”!

A decade ago, she had no Indigenous friends and did not know how to connect. The challenge for her came when world-renowned chef, Rene Redzepi from Copenhagen asked at his keynote speech at Sydney Opera House why he was not seeing native ingredients in the dishes being prepared in the restaurants.

Now what she related at ‘Each for Equal’, International Women’s Day celebration 2020 yesterday (4 March 2020) at Yerrabingin, was a turning point.

She had since met her first Indigenous friend, Aunty Beryl Van Oploo, a Kamilaroi woman. It was Aunty Beryl who introduced her to the traditional way ingredients were used. Kylie learned to adapt native ingredients to her preparation of Cantonese dishes. Aunty Beryl introduced her to Clarence Slockee, a Bundjalung man who is a bush-food horticulturalist, educator and performer. Kylie now works with Clarence and his business partner, Christian Hampson, both directors at the Yerrabingin native rooftop farm at South Eveleigh. Kylie will use a lot of the plants from the rooftop farm at her new eatery which will open soon.

KK & ABAunty Beryl Van Oploo celebrating a 21st century fusion of ancient culinary traditions: Aboriginal and Cantonese in collaboration with South Eveleigh Ambassador, Kylie Kwong 

Clarence & KKBundjalung man, Clarence Slockee with Kylie Kwong

Kylie’s entry into the food industry began when she worked as an apprentice for celebrity chef, Neil Perry at Rockpool and Wockpool. Prior to working with Neil, she worked for six years in the advertising industry. She later became the Head Chef at Neil Perry’s restaurant and eventually ran her own business, Billy Kwong at Surry Hills and Potts Point for nineteen years. She employed sixteen females and eighteen males from diverse cultures. Her years of experience in the food industry taught her the importance of cultures.

Her next journey in her new eatery will be culture management that will embody the values she believes in: “equality, inclusion, and diversity”.  This approach will trickle down with her attention focused on the Head Chef and floor manager to run with these values so the rest of the staff will feel empowered.

Another keynote speaker, the founder of OzHarvest (ozharvest.org), Ronni Kahn AO is taking her company global. She has grown OzHarvest to become Australia’s leading food rescue organisation after the law was changed making it safe for companies to donate surplus food. Her main message yesterday was: leadership today needs to serve. Look after each other. Choose the right people. Prepare nourishing food with love.

AB & RKAunty Beryl Van Oploo with OzHarvest founder, Ronni Kahn AO

When journalist, Caroline Baum asked Ronni why she was wearing a spoon earring on one ear, she explained,”There are three things people do when confronted with fire: run away, write an angry letter or, run to find a bucket, a glass or a teaspoon. I want to proclaim the Order of the teaspoon.

Little things make things grow, that is, even a teaspoon of change makes a whale of a difference.

KK's my & 2 aunties (L) — Aunty Ali Golding, Kylie Kwong’s mum, and Aunty Beryl Van Oploo: three guests at Yerrabingin making a ‘culturally diverse collective individuality’ fashion statement.