SOC Writing_ 13.5.21

First light

First light with you, like the first night, the first delight. Heart held in her hands – I do not know – the dunno mind in my minds eyes – resplendent colour – echos through my soul valley – this wild, cold, untameable world – I find myself sitting in the cold unable to behold exactly what is in front of me. If I sit long enough in the frigid silence I will hear her breath – see the trees – pull in just the truth that is here – and no more. Make no machinations of what, where, how and who – but just in this moment – seeing rising birds singing – her singing the tune of the lonesome night – the fright in all its might has not closed the gate of my heart – it is toll free – able to admit travellers from far and wide even as the ink in my pen freezes on this paper and I am not alone any more – the love in my heart aroused by the love in this place – this whenua – her whenua – ataahua – the longing hine o te pō - the ghost that writes a book all at once in the prime of her life – wants nothing other than the intensity of the knife – slowly cutting all the strings loose – able to fly higher – see more – hold more – go into places never before sought or beheld – the marvellous revelation of the queen from the lonely castle in the rocky crag – we will walk a slow walk – make a perfect day – all the day a great arising will peak into the pesky little child-like places – will unearth gold here – you do not have to try one iota - let the freedom in your heart soar like the kahu on the dawn – not looking for prey – but trusting – trusting that  all will come to pass in its own time – a season for everything under the sun – do not worry, do not fret – the flowers of the field in all their splendour do not - neither shall your beautiful children in your rags of light – in your beautiful rags of light.