I start to drift off when all of a sudden
a fat speckled pigeon of white and of black
lands right in front of me and eyes me a smile
I smile back at this cute little thing
with its red eye liner preening its wings
and then does it come to me this little bird
is another new waka or another merkabah
My partner beside me is stricken in bed
with a very sore throat and a very sore head
so as a small person I see myself climb
onto the back of my new feathered ride
"Take me to fetch a cure" I say
and instantly fly way over the moon
We soar and we glide past planets and stars
setting down at the feet of the great Jehovah
A vision of garlic now comes to me
and two simple words are spoken aloud
I'm now with my partner back in my bed
mumbling "Eat garlic" and saying "Be, well"
A travel log of PhD research in revitalising traditional Māori knowledge systems in Aotearoa New Zealand
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
100. Io
Outside of space and outside a time
a column of Light towers above me
Beneath it a Universe spins anti-clockwise
behind it, one spinning the opposite way
Now in the presence of something Divine
my body is stricken and filled with great fear
Never before has it ever been close
to what many people, might call, our God
I'm deadly still, for fear of moving
I close off my ears in fear of exploding
and simply stand with the greatest humility
beholding a sight, few ever will see...
a column of Light towers above me
Beneath it a Universe spins anti-clockwise
behind it, one spinning the opposite way
Now in the presence of something Divine
my body is stricken and filled with great fear
Never before has it ever been close
to what many people, might call, our God
I'm deadly still, for fear of moving
I close off my ears in fear of exploding
and simply stand with the greatest humility
beholding a sight, few ever will see...
Thursday, 14 February 2013
99. Freedom
With my eyes to the ground I live life within bondage
seeing only the feet of the malietoa
Accidentally I look up at his face
and instantly taken to be whipped and be beaten
Deep in a dream and in my dna
I see a moment in time, some one thousand years
where Polynesia is centrally ruled
from Tongatapu or the Kingdom of Tonga
Descendants of tohunga from around the Pacific
are born into slavery to carry out rites
Inverted pyramids go deep underground
born on the backs of a lost tribe of Israel?
The gardens and wives of chiefs and of nobles
along with the women who bear chiefly slaves
are tilled very carefully by their very own servants
till new generations are born once again
And to this day have the bloodlines remained
albeit enforced with anguish and pain
where all of our gifts were nurtured as well
but born out of servitude or some sort of hell
*Malietoa (Tongan Chief)
seeing only the feet of the malietoa
Accidentally I look up at his face
and instantly taken to be whipped and be beaten
Deep in a dream and in my dna
I see a moment in time, some one thousand years
where Polynesia is centrally ruled
from Tongatapu or the Kingdom of Tonga
Descendants of tohunga from around the Pacific
are born into slavery to carry out rites
Inverted pyramids go deep underground
born on the backs of a lost tribe of Israel?
The gardens and wives of chiefs and of nobles
along with the women who bear chiefly slaves
are tilled very carefully by their very own servants
till new generations are born once again
And to this day have the bloodlines remained
albeit enforced with anguish and pain
where all of our gifts were nurtured as well
but born out of servitude or some sort of hell
*Malietoa (Tongan Chief)
Thursday, 7 February 2013
98. African Ladies
African ladies now teach me to dance
they hold out their hands and shake their behinds
As demons and spirits of evil come close
they stamp on the ground and kick out with their toes
They laugh and they smile and turn round and round
while their beautiful clothing brushes the ground
They reach and they jump, they duck and they dive
with voices which cut through the fabric of time
So here do I learn another great lesson
taught by majestic women from Africa
Where some people ward off spirits with prayer
these women dance, away all their fears....
they hold out their hands and shake their behinds
As demons and spirits of evil come close
they stamp on the ground and kick out with their toes
They laugh and they smile and turn round and round
while their beautiful clothing brushes the ground
They reach and they jump, they duck and they dive
with voices which cut through the fabric of time
So here do I learn another great lesson
taught by majestic women from Africa
Where some people ward off spirits with prayer
these women dance, away all their fears....
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
97. Marokopa
The lull of the night puts me quickly to sleep
wrapped warm and tight in my blue sleeping bag
The light of the moon shines down apon
the roof of the tent and making it glow
With my eyes closed, I now plainly see
right through the tent and up into a tree
a peach tree which hangs out over my head
and a woman sits there looking down at me
Oh Marokopa you're a funny old place
filled with old Maori energy and beings around
Where spaceships and aliens are said to frequent
and where alien babies feel protected and safe
And here in the branches of a little peach tree
over the top of my very own tent
Is a curious woman with wide open eyes
clearly looking and eye balling me?!
And here in the branches of a little peach tree
over the top of my very own tent
Is a curious woman with wide open eyes
clearly looking and eye balling me?!
But I leave the old girl, high up in her tree
albeit with eyes fixed firmly on me
I give her a smile and offer up love
but she doesn't respond or do anything
So I turn on my side and away from her gaze
hearing the quiet of stillness around
I snuggle into the peace of my blue sleeping bag
and into the comfort of the soft, comfy ground
and into the comfort of the soft, comfy ground
Monday, 4 February 2013
96. Tuna
One hundred and twenty feet high in the air
stands a massive big eel with black glistening skin
It rises from out of the most beautiful water
from the brightest blue oceans, from across the Pacific
Now right in front of me it rears it's great head
opens its eyes and and its gigantic mouth
but this one seems friendly, happy almost
inviting me now to come for a ride
And now on its crown it begs me to sit
holding on tightly to the fins on it's head
My very own waka or merkaba of light
now waits to convey me to faraway shores...
stands a massive big eel with black glistening skin
It rises from out of the most beautiful water
from the brightest blue oceans, from across the Pacific
Now right in front of me it rears it's great head
opens its eyes and and its gigantic mouth
but this one seems friendly, happy almost
inviting me now to come for a ride
And now on its crown it begs me to sit
holding on tightly to the fins on it's head
My very own waka or merkaba of light
now waits to convey me to faraway shores...
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