Waikoropupū Christmas

                Waikoropupū Christmas

Christmas sun burns through hazy cloud above
Te Waikoropupū; where I join bees, in their circular freedom

Always returning to the point, while forever taking different
Routes, as I enter the endless variety of flowers

That is, the never-the-sameness of life – But the point is
The great upwelling that is Te Waikoropupū Springs

As she manifests the ever-creative life of the Shepherdess
Who just happens to love mangers and longs to occupy them

& grumbles about the way we humans have lost the art
Of becoming small enough, and patient enough to occupy

Our own unique manger – and fair enough, a manger
Is not exactly groovy or far out, and waiting round

In the cave of instincts, with Spirit’s occasional lightning bolt
Scaring the pants off you, while facing the rejection of the

Group mind is not exactly positive thinking – but never let that
Put you off, her holy invitation to embrace your own silent night 

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One way to interpret the Christmas Story is to see it as an invitation to receive the light of the Divine into the manger of our hearts. Psychologically, this involves a process of entering the stable of instinct/spirit to receive the Holy Child that is both ‘God’ (the Shepherdess) and our true Self. During this process, it’s not unusual to dream of the birth of a Sacred Child, (male or female, Māori or Pākehā).