Nangali Mountain Legend
Nangali, aka McGraths Hump / Old Man Dreaming is a mountain used for "men's business" and that shows the profile of a warrior’s face lying down.
Aboriginal Gumbaynggirr legend tells that it was Ngali’s job to protect women who came to give birth in Bellinger Valley. But Ngali fell asleep, and his punishment and mutual agreement to balance the karmic event was that he turned to stone for all eternity.
Perhaps you can see the face in the photo.
Interestingly, the flora and energy that occurs at each stage of the "face" on the mountain symbolise that facial feature.
Poem to Nangali
Your eye brows powerfully portray your presence. A presence that can hold stable space for anyone who is respectful and receptive to your being.
Your eye brows make me feel safe. Your familiar eye brows are so comforting and I can hear them ground my nervous system to the raw earth.
Your eye lashes are so lush, sensually soft, long and ancient.
Of course there’s diversity in your eye lashes. You know that.
Other parts pop out of your wet and rich root follicles with such smooth dynamism that is pleasantly beautiful.
Sweet smells come from your eye lashes. I love to gently stick my nose in some parts and allow the lashes to caress my face.
And those rocky eyes of yours.
Those light green eyes delicately balance on your hard grey iris’s.
A solid and firm gaze. Slippery but slow and stable.
O what delicate, wide and beautifully soft eyes. Your vision is top notch. It appears your optometry health will be everlasting, for now.
O that nose of yours. That tall, bumpy, slightly vicious nose. It’s so noticeable, you can see it from miles away. It’s fun to play with and important to do so to balance all the striving ambitions in life.
Some parts of your nose are thin. And I kind of like that because I feel I can get more intimidate with you, and share your supremacy, then I feel like I’m on top of the world.
O and your moustache. Your curly messy moustache. I bet bugs and other animals would get caught in that jungle of hairs.
I mean, I try to avoid touching it, hell especially kissing it, but from the the times I have touched your curly messy moustache, I know it can be wildly interesting, and even painful.
Your smooth and small lips. They contain optimal moisture content. Excuse my perverted honesty, but those who really get to plant their bottoms on and in your lips, I bet, no I know, their whole body will get so juicy, and feel so rooted in your love.
And your beard. Well, your moustache was wild and messy, but your beard is like entering into another dimension.
I can get lost just looking at your beard. Hairs of all different shapes and sizes, some the tallest facial hairs I’ve ever seen. Some hairs are dead and uprooted and just lying there. Some hairs are getting mouldy, and some, are so finely positioned they seem to be maintaining the power of your whole face. These finely positioned hairs are dispersed all throughout your beard. They seem to supporting not only all the hairs on your face, but supporting all the organisms that live on your face. Offering guidance and ancient wisdom to all those who interact with you, even to crazy humans who explore touching, caressing, kissing or tickling your face.
Your beard does bring me immense peace. It emanates a magical and mysterious ambience that I still don’t fully understand.
Well Nangali, your one interesting being. I have enjoyed getting to know you and look forward to more so that i can continue to joyfully commune with your ancient wisdom.
Realted Reading: Ultimate Freedom ~ Poem Inspired by Śankara