Cuppa Words – ‘Breath in the Forest’ and ‘The Unkown’

And the ngahere breathes
sighing as another ancient symbol
is felled
whispers of timelessness
Glistening drips slide from the kawakawa leaves
And splash tenderly onto my skin
And the ngahere weeps
As the road snakes into her heart
And the drill arrives on the truck
The man from another place
feels the weight of his wallet in his pocket

He ignores the breath of wind caressing his face
He denies the spirit, the mauri of the kauri
as he imposes his will on Papatūānuku
and the karakia is intoned
The whenua wails and
the whaikōrero winds among the ancient ones
who have witnessed all
and the passing of time
like the wispy mist
weeping for the loss of wairua
as the ngahere exhales

The unknown refreshes my soul
saving me from regularly scheduled events
that dare to creep in
and turn into concreteness of being

The unknown greets me with a gentle hug,
leading me away
from correct and incorrect responses
and instead,
into a cosmic giggle of awareness
welcoming signs and symbols
that play in my heart
a song of hide and seekwhere every moment comes
with a smile and a prize

The unknown
cheers me on my way
in my infinite journey
with the care of a best friend,
with the intimacy of a genuine lover,
and with a silence that speaks
nourishing words of color, light,
and a rich darkness of earthly soil
birthing seeds of eternity
that invite me to rest
and to just be
dressed in gratefulness