The casket lay open with his small, frail and naked body
laid out showing his vulnerability in death
But, as I moved forward his eyes slowly opened
his arms unfurled and his long fingers reached for my ring
What did the dead require in return for knowledge?
The cost was life - was mauri, enabling him
to be strong and invincible once again
But in no way would I give human life or human mauri
What I gave was the mauri or essence of love, of aroha
Mauri I could grow and replenish over and over again
I walked past seeing a beautiful
black dog cut down in the street
I called out to her making her rise once again
Her protective mate standing over her
demanded to know what I wanted in return
Just knowledge - just knowledge
The darkness enveloped me and shadows
from the essence of the night itself
stood silently waiting for me to ask, and to pay a price
Beautiful creatures of cunning and deceit
also came revealing a score of men and women
now bound by a transaction made with the dark
It is now that I realise knowledge had a price
that the dead revealed truth
that animals communicated
and the darkness itself once gave answers
but all at a cost - all at a price
Who pays the ferryman? Charon is the ferryman, in someother culture, Charon transports the dead across the river Styx, sometimes in other cultures you will see a coin on each eye of the deceased, this is to pay the ferryman.
ReplyDeleteI think all this knowledge is inherent in us on the day we are born, but circumstances and life in general closes down this knowledge, that's why sometimes when people get older they have to strip themselves of everything they have been taught to find the source of knowledge that was always in them?
Kia Ora for your post.