A weekend at New Norcia,
a strange, Catholic place
that made me a foreigner.
But a spirit is there.
Entropy and order sing
in the walled spaces and spacious view,
old buildings, new birds,
disused rooms, souvenir shop,
graveyard, church and bell.
So I sent a question.
And yesterday, the answer arrived.
There is no good, no evil.
Only harmony and disharmony.
And we know which is which.