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The Depths

The Depths The depths of the Wharepapa Arthur Marble Aquifer Are vast and mysterious and inaccessible to humans Though cavers on the edge, see the trails of multitudes Of tiny creatures cleaning the depths, and creating  The stunningly clear waters…

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The Track

The Track You touch into questions while walking the track From touchstone to waters to diggings and back & the waters once dark, now incredibly clear Speak of life that’s returning and freedom from fear For there’s nothing so tough…

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Green Holiness

Green Holiness Green holiness is the light shining in every creature & atom of Creation, and it’s super-cool it’s a light & not a ball and chain; and I remember the red light glowing In church when I was a…

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Birthing Pool

Birthing Pool The shift comes when I see the energy and vision I need doesn’t reside in the fears and impossibilities Of my small self, but rather in the call of the big Self Which sees further and differently, and…

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Recognition

Recognition I’m so pleased to be back at Te Waikoropupū Springs After a year focused on the Environment Court & you surge, surge, and urge me to rest & preserve my fragile strength, while I whisper; ‘yes’ & ‘yes’ and…

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Old Years Day

Old Year’s Day Old Year’s Day; Two Thousand and Twenty-Two Opens on a bed, spread with ancient books & a seed you drop into the field I become  Which I water with tears and prayers Of attention, breath, feeling and…

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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…

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Touchstone

Touchstone Let’s pause, simply be; breathe in, and out; begin The pilgrimage by placing hands on the pounamu touchstone At the centre of the wharenui; which reminds us Of the beauty, power and wisdom of indigenous Aotearoa & especially speaks…

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Mates

  Mates We meet in the fires of conjunction; me speaking of The River Tribe and the bigotry and violence They suffered on the banks of the Takaka River & you, proclaiming Kōtuku, your bird and mine & our friendship;…

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Kiss

  Kiss This song is true, Te Waikoropupū My beautiful friend – unexpected – dead My fervent friend, who in a spontaneous moment Kissed me, passionate on the open ground Of the Takaka Market, while his friends watched Cool and…

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