Black wattle and native grasses whisper together as I arrive at the caves. Australian ravens fly past with heavy wing beats, the only sound in this silent land. The hand of man has barely brushed this place.
I follow a rough track to a place where the surface of the earth suddenly yawns open in the black gaping maws of lava tube caves. Suddenly I am aware that the land beneath my feet is riddled with voids and empty channels.
A raw creative energy is encoded in the stratified rock walls – the powerful forces that created the Earth are writ large. I can easily imagine surging, spitting, molten lava pouring across the land some 30,000 years ago then cooling to form the caves.
The ground I stand on is both dense and porous and I have a sense of the planet as a living organism.