Once I danced with a shaman
She had bangles from wrist to elbow
And she jingled
And she jangled
Her dark eyes were black pools
Of secret knowledge
Other worlds
And deep magick
She pulled me in with the rhythm
Of her body and her magick bracelets
We twirled and swayed
We laughed and laughed
High on something else
On what I am not sure
But I liked it
Our souls understood each other in that moment
Languages different from the tounge
But on that dance floor
We riffed and debated
Conversated
And demonstrated
What it was to connect on another level
Ancient beats
Simple
Uncomplicated
Listen and feel
Move
Feel the joy
And surrender
Thank you to that woman
For liberating me in that moment
She guided me into surrender
And I experienced other worlds
In her twirling twirl
Her toothless smile
Wide all encompassing heart
Black eyes
And abandoned laughter
I did not know her name
Or her village
But I will never forget her
Could have been 111 years old
Or maybe 11
Doesn’t matter
She changed something in me
That night on the dance floor
I remembered something I had long forgotten
And I’m grateful
A relief
A soothing balm
May her and her ancient ways never come to harm
Straight out the jungle for a moment in time
And now she returns
And now we all return
But we remember
Poetry
'What's happened here in Australia?' another new poem that I recently performed at the exhibition of 'Māori Modern' in Perth
Land stolen
Generations
Nation after nation
Coming to Australia
Everyone's getting paid yeah?
Except the aborigine
Like the Māori
Modern
From New Zea-land
Cash in hand
Original man left thinking
What about my land?
Stolen
Into a system
Stolen
In sin
Stolen
It was so grim
Stolen
Generations
What's happened here in Australia?
Gold, pink diamonds, aluminum, iron ore
More, more, more
Gimme more
But we want more!
Killed with legislative law
Legal atrocities
Remember please
Over 150 years
Bringing the murder, abuse and the beers
So many real fears
When your children and grandchildren, sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers
Are classified as just some flora and fauna
And we all know what they do to the trees here
Deforestation
Degradation
Original ancient people
I mourn with ya
The modern Māori remembers
In the land of milk and honey
It was not funny
When aborigines
Were legal to kill
And now even still
We remember
Who we are
We remember who you are
'Rise sister rise' a new poem
Here's one of my new poems that I performed at the exhibition opening for 'Māori Modern' in Perth recently.
Rise sister rise
And rise again
Put down the pain
And rise sister rise
Heal the wound
Look to the moon
The sun
The earth
And the stars
All of which you are made of
Your body
Made up of the love of thousands
A reflection of your ancestors
So rise sister rise
To spite everything
And because of it
Rise sister rise
Now is the time
E Hine, Rise
E Hine, Rise
E Hine, Rise
'Do you think you're better than me?' a poem about Māori hating on other Māori
Here's a poem that I wrote some months back after witnessing several instances online of Māori hating on other Māori and ripping each other to shreds over various things in various ways.
To me, we have enough battles outside of Māoridom to fight on a global scale as indigenous people and I do not believe in or support such attitudes and actions of hatred against anyone, let along against ourselves. In my opinion, cases of Māori hating on other Māori only weakens us all as a whole. As the saying goes, 'united we stand, divided we fall'.
'Kaua e whakaiti te tangata'
Do you think you're better than me?
With your university degree
Telling you how to be Māori
Oh the elitist snobbery
Well this is a free country
And this is a contemporary
Generation
One Māori can never represent the entire population
I said this is a contemporary generation
And it's all about participation
Innovation
Not degradation
You think you're so traditional
Victoria Institutional
That's delusional
The judge the jury and the hangman
Who gave you the mana
To whakaiti te tangata?
Your ego seeks to put down
In order to raise yourself up
From the gutter
Go ask your mother
What makes you Māori
She'll tell you
First it's whakapapa
It's whakapapa
It's whakapapa
Got cousins in Australia?
Course you do
How do you think they'd take ya?
Down on your knees
Stuck in jealousy
Pointing the finger
You're not a good Māori!
Aue te puhaehae
In the heart of the one on high
Get down off your pedestal
And peel some fucken potatoes
How deep is your matauranga
When you seek to shame another?
How tika is your tikanga
When you laugh and mock
The one that most needs your manaakitanga?
How tika is your tikanga?
How tika is that tikanga?
What the fuck is that tikanga?
Kaua e whakaiti te tangata
Kei whea tou manaakitanga?
Or were you sick
On the day
They delivered that paper?