Fire offers bones some warmth
but not quite through
to warm my heart.
Thunder roars and shakes the Earth,
but not quite enough
to shake these memories.
Rain falls
like my tears,
working things out of my heart.
I sit outside under the Kauri
touch my hands into Papatuanuku,
let the rainfall cleanse me.
There is this place between
the knowing and the memory
the healing and the scars
I sit as still as all my knowledge will let me,
drift away...
realise there is only the now, and I can choose.
The Rain falls, I fall too,
the Fire roars, I heal in the flames,
the Earth shakes, I fall in and through,
Deep within the womb of the mother
carried by water, healed by flame, nourished by Earth,
I burrow in, transform, remain.


