Vision Questing
   

Vision Questing

Seeking the dream trails

Of the ancestors

From the Great Turtle

Walking in the spirit

Of the red man

And my heart,

Always linked with yours

There in the silence

Of the forest of the Cree

Came you – with truth

To set me free 

“You do not belong in this place

Its your time to be

Life is to live

So set yourself free

Honour your journey

I am here by your side

Your story is written

Use me as your guide 

For you I see laughter

Let there be no more tears

Be brave in the journey

And face your worst fears

Be that woman

That I fell in love with

Who made my heart dance

In the sun

That strong woman

I always believed in

My Darling,

We still are as one 

I can touch

I can feel

I can hold you

There are times

When you know this it seems

So open your heart

To these words I impart

Unshackle your mind

From your dreams 

And I will walk with you

As you walked with me

The weight will be lifted

And then you will see

More clearly the pathway

Your journey ahead

Is not filled with sorrow

But loving instead

And joy will be with you

Happiness will abound

Out of the ashes

Your destiny found 

Our love did not die

When I went away

From this place – 

I know that to be true

It abounds all around

Wherever you are

It is us

It is me

It is you 

Know this my Darlin

I will always

Love you.

The heart of Great Turtle
beats to the crisp
breathof the snows melt
heralding the announcement of spring.
The sun beamed brightly
for a warm arrival,
distant mountains,
decked in the snow white breath of the ancestors.
the evening pure and still.
My heart clings still
to those Ive left behind.
may tomorrow unfold...
with gentleness,
for the journey to come.
My Darlin and my Tupuna walk with me.

Kawantanga
    (Government)    
 

You are a true product

Of your colonizing ancestors 

You come with

Your sly, crooked, double meaning

Words

Into our midst

To placate us

With your lies 

You come with

Your legislation

Fingerprinted

With the mark of thieves

Just as your ancestors did 

You come with

Your laws

To steal our land

To remove our identity

To force us to be

New Zealanders

And we are all the same 

Well, we’re not

We’re Maori

Descended from the  Gods

And we’ve had enough

So FUCK  OFF 

Crossing  Oceans

On the beat of drums

The calling

Borne of visions.

Cross the ocean

Join your people

In the dancing

Be as one . 

Crossing oceans

With a burden

Seeking wisdom

From afar

Would that there

Could be a joining

For this mourning

Of the soul

Placing faith

In dreamers knowledge

From the stars. 

The Creator

Hears the question

Holds the answer

For the heart

Staying open

In the dreaming

Be the spirit

Time to start 

Cross the oceans

Of  the heavens

Where they wait

With smiling eyes

Sharing knowledge

Of transition

Speak within

of premonition

Feel the power

Of the spirit

Flying high 

Until all that was

Is altered

And the heart

Is opened wide

All embracing

All enlightened

Now we’re walking

Side by side

And the world

Is spread before me

Light, with nothing

Left to hide. 

Crossing oceans

To the homeland

Of my people,

Full of visions

From the dancing

of the sun,

Share the message

Of the Warriors

Sacred call

Crossing oceans

Reunited

As one 

Sun  Dancing

Spirit embracing rainbow’d prayers

Carried to the heavens

On sacred medicine smoke

From the water, from the earth

From the fire , to the air

Travel ever upward

Creator hear the prayer 

Eagle whistles call

Awaken spirits,

 on wings of sound

Drums speaking ,

 vibrations

Spread across sky

Circling the mother

Whisper knowledge ancient,

Answered in the ethos on high 

Held within the drums beat,

Heart race, head light, legs heavy

Body seeking rhythm

To songs of earth and sky

Place your vision

In the Boss Tree

And fly 

The greatest prayer for the people

Sacrifice demands

Let it be all that sustains life

No food , no water,

Four days, four nights

The visioning begins on

A rustle of wings wind

Come the eagle, come the bison, come the bear

Ancestors ride, above smoky sky

Come spirit home

To dance

Heart slowing, head full, legs light

 See our brothers and our sisters

All the creatures of the earth

Standing ones bow branches to hear

Grandfathers reveal stories

Of how the mother birthed

Opening portals

Beyond the start of time

Secrets from the womb of
Te Po

See you all the beginnings

The heritage of mankind.

Cold Stuff

the time has come
to make the journey,
to fly to parts
and destiny unknown
leaving behind
all that I hold dear
in search of all
that will become dear
the rhythm windsong
oceans pulse
and reo of this
beautiful land
forever imprinted
in my brain,
I go forth in search
of the dream
that was written for me
long before my time.
My wings I know
will weather the storm
and fly me back again
when the calling for home is heard.