79. Medicine from afar

A gold Moai stands to a backdrop of stars
shining yellow and gold as opposed to our white
A star scape or night sky of a land from afar
is what I now look at in wonder and awe

Rongoa or medicine comes from our plants
it comes from the earth, the water and air
Similarly must it come from the elements
which give this new World it's own life and own form

"May I have some? Not for me - for my planet?"
I ask the Mowai who looks down with a smile
and instantly do I breathe in gold air
and bask in the radiance of these foreign stars

It fills my whole body, my spirit and mind
and fills me with beauty and lifts me up high
I turn and I thank the gracious Moai
for these gifts and his grace, which makes my heart cry...

77. Gift from a Lover

Spring approaches and is heralded in
with birds in the air and the buzzing of bees
New flowers open and dance on the breeze
as lambs jump and play, and run across fields

Handsome young guys now smile and grin
making pretty young girls giggle and laugh
and ever so lightly does a warm gentle wind
run over my body and over my face

With a ram or horned horse, at each of it's ends
does a vision, of a brilliant, gold bracelet appear
A gift signalling, his impending arrival
and bringing with him, renewal and life

From the depths of the Underworld will Adonis arrive
having spent half the year with Persephone
God of Man, God of Youth, of desire and beauty
returns to his first wife, the great Aphrodite

Tamanuitera is exactly the same
after having spent time with Hinetakurua
but with birds in the air and the buzzing of bees
he returns once again, to Hineraumati

61. Papatuanuku

In the dim, dark corner of my mother's wash house
a young Papatuanuku stands forgotten and alone
She wears her school uniform off her small frame
a cardigan of dark green and a tartan, green dress

Lost and forlorn, tired and forgotten
her young body trembles from exhaustion and cold
She turns to face me with dark, hazel eyes
the sadness of which, goes straight to my soul

She once was revered and held in esteem
and where prayer and ritual were offered to her
But here she now stands amongst laundry and litter
relegated and sent to the back of the house

She gave rise to the Sun and a bed to the Moon
and fed civilisations for a million odd years
but no-longer can she, now feed or sustain
the appetite and hunger of modern day man

I take from my bag a pounamu stone
which sparkles and shimmers bright pink from my touch
As she takes it in hand her hazel dark eyes
begin to turn yellow and brilliantly gold

Our Papatuanuku will soon come of age
where her body will grow and her spirit will soar
and spiritually we will have to evolve
no-longer sustained, by those things of old...