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...

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?!

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

91.Cord of White Light

Looking out of the window and to the horizon
I see a black ribbon move through the air
it begins to descend down onto my house
an essence of darkness, of sadness, of terror

Big screaming eyes and a gaping dark mouth
surrounded by smoke which pulses and plumes
now stands beside me shrieking and howling
and filling my heart with malevolent fear

But I take from my waist a cord of white light
and now bind the two of us tightly together
and no-longer see my kitchen or dining room
but a corridor filled with doorways of portals

For whatever reason this being was formed
it is not up to me to banish or kill it
So I take this great Sadness to its next destination
til we come to a door it looks longingly at

With taiaha in hand a warrior steps forward
so nothing else enters into our domain
and a wahine toa begins to karanga
as we step forward to open the door

This is the doorway to Hades itself
to the very own Whare of the Atua Whiro
where slowly but surely I take down the cord
and let this of our brethren, go to his own World....

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)

78. The Light Within

The temperature in the room, goes really cold
and the dark seems to be even darker still
Impending fear and doom start to creep in
as waves of goose bumps run over my body

Somewhere a door slams and window glass bangs
and feet slowly move about my own house
and even the timber in the walls and the framing
start to creak, start to move - expand and contract

Deep in a slumber I hear the door handle
of my own bedroom door now twist and then turn
and far, far away from 3 blocks away
the voices of dead relatives taunt and torment me

Now gripped with fear and nowhere to turn
in a small, tiny voice come the words of a prayer
until louder and louder does my own voice now sound
as I belt out the words like never be for!

I swing from my bed and turn on the Light
hearing the foot steps now taking flight
I rip open the door and belt out a tune
about my little Light and how it will Shine

And whatever thought to taunt and torment me
by using the voices of those ones I love
You better be running straight back to the dark
because if I see you, I'll rip you apart

I wake in the morning and I'm really upset
but then take a deep breath and reflect on the night
I begin to realise as the Sun starts to shine
it's the Light that's inside us that makes the dark hide...

69. Angels at my table

From the light of the white candle
does a dim glow bathe the room
creating an ethereal backdrop
to my washing on the airer

My green apple as an offering
casts its own shadow about the room
on top of a white envelope
containing the 3 wishes I ask for

But as my eyes grow dim
and my senses start to dull
I see a dragon's tail
before I slumber and asleep

He now stands before me with glistening green skin
with dilating eyes and jerking head movements
And his words although deliberate
make him swallow hard and deep
so he tries his best to smile, to put me at ease

"You can do [pause] whatever you want
If you had reason [swallow] to believe [jerk] otherwise
then know [lick] that I will always help you [smile]"

On the first night of 5 did this Angel come to me
on the second night another and the 3rd made 3
And for the next 2 nights, they will come again
and sit beside my bed until my wishes end...

64. Gatekeepers

At the front of the class she laughs and she smiles
inspiring her students as they go through their lessons
and into the evening she waters her garden
and caresses the petals of beautiful flowers

Another one smokes as she kneads the paraoa
but mindful of mokos about her own feet
and as all the manu come back to the trees
she'll run a hot bath and set in for the evening

A young guy sits, a top a beer crate
and tunes his guitar while talking with mates
But as light recedes and his eye sight grows dim
he reckons it's time that he called it a night

As they sleep, as they slumber, as the snore, as they talk
their spirits awaken and take up their charge
To the east, to the west, to the north, or the south
they take their positions to protect and to guard

They let in the Light or bring about Dark
they inspire creation in sound or in dance
They convey the new souls to expectant mums
or carry the mournful to peace or to rest

All of these duties are not without danger
unmentionable forces also at work
But with their stout hearts they will stand and defend
wielding God's power right to the end

63. Swords of Light

Propped up against the wall of my bedroom
two thin crystal swords glow brilliantly white
With one do I swallow and the other impale
ingesting their power and all of their might

Within an instant, I'm called to arms
alone in the dark with both swords in hand
and rise into the air above a small house
and protect all of those who dwell underneath

With weapons extended I turn round and round
three times anti-clockwise - cutting the air
and below me is shrieking, screaming and cries
as shadows are cast out or caused to take flight

And back down to the ground and to my own bed
do I find myself fall and go back to sleep
and when the Sun shines as I open my eyes
I feel my heart smile, way deep down inside

58. From the mouth of babes

Through the eyes of a child
I wake in my childhood bed
to a room cloaked in darkness
except for the moonlight
streaming in through the windows

I step out into the night to a sky
filled with a hundred moons and
my mother hanging washing and
giving me a comforting smile

Another challenge now awaits me
but this time a test of childhood fears
but matched with strengths and memories
before adulthood and a maturing psyche

The moons explode and disappear and
where the darkness now creeps forward
and the cold of night begins to lick and bite
and wrap itself around my young body

Fixed to a spot I sense a being like no other
and with my mouth I hiss and regurgitate
vowels and consonants of an ancient language
understood more by snakes and by reptiles

I have come home, I now remember
childhood nightmares and talking in tongues
but where I was haunted, torn and afraid
I now stand in my power and talk to the dark...

57. Powers of the Night

I leap from my bed and see hundres of moths
who flutter and fall all about my own room
They land on my head, my shoulders and arms
all shades of white and all shades of blue

They cannot stay here I think to myself
and reach for the light switch to bring about dark
They follow the light of the bright shining moon
and make for the window and out into the night

On leaving - the sun, now shines in the room
and choruses of singing is heard from outside
Where there were hundreds of moths I now see
kaumātua or elders singing to me

They sing of the moon and sing of the stars
of songs which delighted me when I was a boy
and a grey haired old man strums a guitar
belting out words amidst smiles and roars

The words of the song perplex me a little
as I hear of a dialect void of an 'f'
and beside me my grand aunt steps into the light
and we watch all our kin of the Pai Mārire faith

Guiding me slowly with love and with light
my elders now sing of the powers of night
They sing of the moon and sing of the stars
and sing, as my tears, fall across my own heart....

53. Hauora Waiora

I turn to my partner whose stricken with fear
his eyes wide open and almost in tears
I look straight past him and see the door open
turning instead from it's opposite side

Fear and darkness now fill the room
so I leap from my bed and onto my feet
Objects now move with sinister smiles
plodding and moving slowly twards him

I lay hands apon them and say the Lord's Prayer
but falter and cough and forget all the words
"Go into the Light" I hear myself shout
and blow cross the top of them watching them fall

I glance at my partner whose no-longer there
instead a poor soul's thrashing on our own bed?!
I straddle his body and hold his arms down
and dribble saliva three times in his mouth

"Go into the Light" I say to his demons
while using the sacredness of my own spittle
After 3 times his body succumbs and his face
all forlorn is now sweet and serene

In times when my voice or words may escape me
I know there are other tools I can use
Tāne breathed life into the first maiden
and whose very own water cleanses the soul

Blessed are we whose body's a vessel
guided and used by all that is good
For it is not us who does all this work
but the spirit of others and all who come through