Seeds
Seeds In drumbeats of rain, I rally to you; Te Waikoropupū You, who are an ancient power; stable, wise, just, sympathetic & pregnant with the foresight I need; to step beyond These tears of Ranginui to embrace my Original Life …
Seeds In drumbeats of rain, I rally to you; Te Waikoropupū You, who are an ancient power; stable, wise, just, sympathetic & pregnant with the foresight I need; to step beyond These tears of Ranginui to embrace my Original Life …
Wharenui Finally, we return to the wharenui and the touchstone That gathers and sends us, and now becomes the Stone Of our dispersal, as we feel into all we have loved and learnt On our long pilgrimage – which in…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…