85. Te Hokioi

In the afternoon sun I see far below me
mountains and rivers and deep red ravines
From as far away as my own eyes can see
is the distant horizon where the land and sky meet

From far below I look up in the air
and see myself smiling with arms stretched out wide
but my very own silhouette is no-longer my own
bearing feathers which reach from my head to my toes

On the warmth of the winds do I find myself glide
as though I am carried on the backs of a prayer
And towards the Sun and the Creator's own face
do I carry the wishes of the whole human race...

84. Elemental Waka

I te tonga o te rā
ka tae mai te waka
ki te tiki i ngā Ringa o te Ora e

Kia hau mai ki uta
i te karanga o te kuia
kia hoki atu ki Te Ikaroa

Kia kaha e tama
e tere te waka
Aue Maui-tikitiki-ā-Taranga e

Kia eke ki runga
tēnei waka Atua
i mua i te tonga o te rā
i mua i te tonga o te rā

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Before the sun sets
the boat will arrive
to collect all the Elementals

Come down to the shore
when the old woman calls out
so we can all go back to the Milky Way for the night

Go hard
steering the boat
You, the vessel of Maui-tikitiki-ā-Taranga

Climb on board
this boat of the Elementals
before the setting of the Sun
before the setting of the Sun

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

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...

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...