Psalm 27
Psalm 27 Is this a dream or do I wake Where sun & moon entwine With golden bees in kāmahi In white & pink sublime As joy & light in sheer delight Shine on kōpara’s shrine & tui’s beak sips…
Psalm 26
Psalm 26 Can I bear this shaping Cross Carved in the Maker’s hand The path so all-original Its source – primeval land & can I mount the hill of love While to myself hold true Unfold in Nature’s principles Yet,…
Psalm 25
Psalm 25 Cast by cast I dismiss their well-intentioned words In my own waders fish the Arnold’s Blackening mouth – Sip the bitter wine of her death Across the river – Te Ruru’s enduring call Out of darkness – Te…
Psalm 24
Psalm 24 Climbing rain wreathed Te Kinga Tīwaiwaka flits & pips about my feet See – See – your Te Kinga lives – See – See – the beauty of her eyes Heart aflame I retie mucky boots My cheeks,…
Psalm 23
Psalm 23 Mind convinced Love pulls the outside in – On my 60th birthday I ascend Te Kinga Burning Kevin Moran 16/5/11 Whakapapa: This poem includes words adapted from ‘the voice’ (heard on the cusp between sleep &…
Psalm 22
Psalm 22 I Am Neither Kevin Nor Not-Kevin Neither Christian nor not-Christian Neither Taoist nor not-Taoist Neither Shaman nor not-Shaman I Am Neither & Not I Am Both & Becoming & A fountain of tears floods forth from the mountain…
Psalm 21
Psalm 21 People keep small statues of them A clay one sits on the filing cabinet in my office My wife has a fluffy one she hangs on the Christmas tree I know a man who changed his name so…
Psalm 20
Psalm 20 I know not what brings me To coil languid on the black stone of my life To flicker in tongues At the departing language of the mind I am walking snake Hissing word I rise ruthless In the…
Psalm 19
Psalm 19 What wakes, in such haste At the solstice point of my life What rod, now bitter, now sweet Do I grasp in these budding hands In whose triumph, with what chains To which obligation am I led In…
Psalm 18
Psalm 18 In the light and dark of my soul I wake to a thousand presences What land is this? Which city? Who approaches? What calls? Mundus Imaginalis thou art: ancestral Abode, first fruit of primordial time It is you…