The Place of Salt
The Place of Salt 'You’ll find it in the place of salt… along the edge of tears…’ I see the sun, it’s risen highAlong the edge of tears Where freedom campers rise & shineTo face a world of fears &…
The Place of Salt 'You’ll find it in the place of salt… along the edge of tears…’ I see the sun, it’s risen highAlong the edge of tears Where freedom campers rise & shineTo face a world of fears &…
Aroha‘Oh, I don’t think that anyone that doesn’t love has anything’ It’s true; we have nothing Without the active, supportive, hopeful, energyWhich always seeks the bestFor those we love & invites us, to walk beside & not ahead & has…
Stepping Off We live the raw enchantmentOf the edge that is OnetahuaThe scary, scary, stepping off placeWhere the dead step-freeSo it’s no wonder we feel disorientated& struggle to relate to the settlersWho return by bus to CollingwoodFor the Wairua is…
Sanctuary Finally the burners & exploitersAre banished from the Spit& at the end They shot their cattle& sold Them for pet food Which pretty much sums upThat lot & good riddance I say & welcome to the new lot That’s…
Bellbird singing in the wattle tree You’re the living CHRISTTO Me~ As the sun sets a bellbird sings in the wattle tree at Rawhiti Street Birdsong is one of the most beautiful manifestations of the Christ (The Self) I hear…
Beneath hills of silence I raise my hand -I will NEVER FORSAKE My Suffering Lord ~ The first two lines are a saying It’s always Friday morning for me Supplementary saying ‘Friday morning’ refers to the suffering and crucifixion of…
A PhD in impossibility Hangs UPSIDE DOWN In your kitchen ~ There are possibilities the ego cannot begin to see or imagine The Self calls us to fulfil these possibilities
Beneath the crescent moon tuatara stills Your next move IS Critical ~ The road is forgiving...To err is human... Yet, there are crossroads, critical moments Where our fate hangs in the balance
It's small... seems insignificant... Yet, once in a while makes its way Past The BATTLESHIPS Of Certainty ~ The ego has its ironclad defences... Yet, once in a while...