87. Doorstep of the Sun

Silhouetted by the setting Sun
a figure sits calmly, peacefully
sits on the Doorstep of the Sun

on Mahaukura, the Glowing Threshold

The Eye of the Sun opens
like the Eye of a Needle
an Inferno of Fiery Darkness
of Horrific Life and of Serene Death

Te Kore and Te Po
Te Ao Marama and Whakapapa
Time and Causality
Come together, as One

It is Time without Time
It is a Day inside a Night
a World knowing no opposites or duality

I rage peacefully
I love within anger
I live in the Mind's Eye
of a being long passed, and of a child unborn


*Mahaukura, site on top of Pirongia Mountain, Waikato, New Zealand
*Te Kore (Nothingness), Te Po (Darkness), Te Ao Marama (World of Light), stages of evolution in traditonal Māori history
*Whakapapa (Ancestral lineage/Matrices/Order/Structure/Form)

86. A Shift

Planets and stars move way above me

while ions and particles collide and contract

and the current and tides of the water and air

will bring forth vibrations which break through reality

Experiments begin of a peculiar kind

on the nature of man and connections to Spirit

Breaking dependencies on Mother Nature

and creating a barrier in the Ionosphere

Genetically modified food is now grown

not from her soil but from metal and glass

and nuclear weapons are exploding above us

to alter and fortify the space round the planet

Papatuanuku must come of age

where her body will shift and vibration rises

where we can no-longer rely on those things

which helped us, or served us, or kept us sustained

And so too, will this usher in another new age

which push the boundaries of our bodies and minds

We've been here before and we'll do it again

another new epoch in the lives of wo(man)

85. Te Hokioi

In the afternoon sun I see far below me
mountains and rivers and deep red ravines
From as far away as my own eyes can see
is the distant horizon where the land and sky meet

From far below I look up in the air
and see myself smiling with arms stretched out wide
but my very own silhouette is no-longer my own
bearing feathers which reach from my head to my toes

On the warmth of the winds do I find myself glide
as though I am carried on the backs of a prayer
And towards the Sun and the Creator's own face
do I carry the wishes of the whole human race...