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

82. Rongomaraeroa

Rongomaraeroa as old as the Universe
sits on my puku (stomach) looking up at the Sky
Like the Moon which shines and glimmers at Night
so too does her hair sit about her own shoulders
And as Brown as the Earth or the feathers of Kiwi
does a korowai dress her beautiful body
And peace and serenity she brings me this night
for a father and son who are strangers no more...

74. The Stone People

Two huge monsters made of stone
look up at me laughing, smiling
They command their minions to come at me
as rocks and boulders fly at my head

I take refuge between the slabs
and kick them out and see them fall
They land apon my enemies heads
but elicit laughs instead of dread

And all of a sudden the sky is dark
as a big black hole does cloak the World
The giants roar 'The Mother's here'
and I am caught on an updraft wind

Sucked into space, beyond the Moon
beyond the Stars and the Milky Way
I astral travel far and wide
right to the limits of Father Time

At attention, facing outwards
he guards the limits of our space
Ensuring us of our own safety
from life beyond our own continuim...

71. Guardian of the Night

A black cat with red eyes stares down at me
from high apon the roof of the garage
With eyes which fix me right to the spot
eliciting fear from deep down inside

I say a small karakia and see it come forward
sauntering up to me smiling and purring
I reach out and touch it and stroke its black back
but its fur is like wire - as hard as a star

Oh little old pussy who comes from afar
from beyond our own Moon, and perhaps beyond Mars
If an animal like you has been sent to my aid
then my journey must take me, along a knife's blade....

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...

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....

48. Wisdom

Long blonde hair tied back in a bun
the Lady turned and smiled at me
but her mouth was filled with jagged shards
of amethyst to chew my soul

A new direction it would appear
was to cleanse and purify my being
removing and shedding all my guides
and moving to a brand new plane

St Germain with his Violet flame
Kahukura in a purple cloud
and this Lady here with jagged teeth
with the gift of purity and inner wisdom

The Mother Goddess was there as well
cloaked from head to toe in blue
and calmly and reassuringly
takes us both - hand in hand

Weeks weeks later I'm resolute
but begin to cry and shriek and wail
as I strip myself of all the comforts
that Wolves and Angels have given me

At the water's edge I quietly sob
as I sprinkle water over my head
but there beside me floating now
a small twig - a taniwha bobs along

The fear, the anger and all the pain
now subsides and washes away
I get to my feet and stumble along
and notice a plague with the Lake's name

Matahina to see into the dark or
to see the grey areas in all that's around me
Hina's the moon watching over the night
and sister to Papatuanuku

I look to the sky and the Sun still shines
and a white kahu or hawk flies by
and as I sniff and wipe my last tear
I feel the grace of women near...