My birth name is Olin Luck. In the year 2000, my mother’s water broke in the ocean of Whadjuk Noongar country in Western Australia. Maternally descended from Northwestern Europe, namely Clan Fraser of the Scottish Highlands, and paternally from the Chichimeca nations of the Western Sierra Madre Mountain and high desert.
In place of Biography,
I present these personal writings,
Circular Storytelling & Prayer-Poetry.
My Abstract Narrative,
Psalms of my Life as a Flower.
Song 1: Seeding
Conceived from his liquid seed,
9 months afloat in my longing.
The sea of her womb broke in the ocean,
And just like The First Dream,
I was Born in Water.
Drifting from comfortable shores,
from loving childhood memories,
From cultural biodiversity,
I was planted in the Industrial Monocropping,
The domestication that sterilises identity,
Engineering our alignment to economic seasons.
In open-fields, tormented and shamed,
A divergent and hybrid offspring,
allergic to chemicals of conditioning,
curriculum fertilisers breeding complacency.
My roots strangled,
torn from Place, from Being,
Misunderstood, mistaken for a weed.
Confused in my belonging,
Afraid of interconnection,
Small and vulnerable,
I burrowed myself in Dead Sand,
to be left and forgotten.​​
Song 2: Planting
But yet I grew in that dark place as a flower,
deep beneath the belly of earth.
Searching for your warm light,
growing in the wrong direction.
Spiralling through cycles of addiction,
abuse & violence.
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I was buried and asleep in a bad dream,
The Hidden Grounds;
where evil spirits become parasites,
Using broken hearts as their hosts,
Dark Crystals and corrupted minerals as their portals.
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During this time as a seedling,
I was showered by Hiphop;
The Consciousness of the Oppressed.
She is my muse and my wet nurse,
Swimming in her waters of dance, song and art,
nourishing my capacity for self-regulation,
expression & healing.
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Her soil a soft embrace,
my hard casing finally split open,
blood-letting repressed emotion
through graffiti, rhyme & song.
I remember your symbolism Obsidian Butterfly,
You who cut and harm to transform us.
And you Filth Eater, Love Energy,
You who made rich nutrition,
from the composts of my Grief and Shame,
to fuel my healing.
Song 3: Sprouting
Was I hiding?
Or had I been hidden?
Was I buried?
Or was I planted with purpose?
I was unfurling beneath a Beautiful Garden,
tended by The Great Gardener.
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But I was too young to know or see,
too weak to pierce the surface,
where Life Giver would be shaping me;
Cutting my dead leaves,
pruning my decaying branches,
Peeling my old bark,
revealing the lights we all carry in our hearts.
Lights brighter than all the stars.
Through ceremonies and reconnection
to the original ways of being,
I grabbed the deep roots of the great ancestral tree,
pulling myself to the surface,
fortunate to have the support of love
and the strength of family.
I burst through the earths skin,
absorbing the full Sustenance of Life;
Sun Power burning its own energy to feed us,
Sky Tears soaking my stems,
Four Winds carrying my seeds,
Breathing Clouds forming my ceiling and shelter.
Safely held by you Father,
your big blue arms are forever hugging Mother.
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She is my Lady Who Wears the Jade Skirt,
For green snaking rivers flow from the hips of her mountains,
Drinking from your Waters of Life,
It is you nature, who nurtures me.
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My heart receiving your medicines,
My ears listening to Jaguar speaking,
My songs imitating your Bird singing,
Seeing myself in your Smoking Mirror,
Smelling your flowers whilst feeling your thorns,
Tasting your sweet fruits,
Sensing your everpresence.
Song 4: Flowering
​Walking the path of The Ancestors,
Studying in the Universities of Life & Spirit,
learning healing & feather-working,
paying the debts and making offerings
to sustain my practises,
and continue closing the gaps of my disconnection.
With dried gourds & feathered arrows,
I am gathering the pieces of soul loss,
harvesting fruits of journey for sharing,
hunting for sobriety, wholeness and peace;
within myself, my family & our world.
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In protection of splitting my petals,
In honour of the many colours of my blossoming,
I present all my art and music together,
as the truth, authenticity and totality of my being.
Holding the sincere intention to receive the financial support
to live a good & modest life with my family.
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Within this virtual altar,
I leave you, Life Giver, my flowers and songs,
until the time they wilt,
into your ever-forgetting,
Ever-changing,
Universal Existence.
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20/04/26
