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Parting I watch from the Arnold River swing bridge TwoBlackSwansCutAV ThroughTheDarkWatersOfKotuku Whakaoho This is not the yoga of rivers ButTheYogaOfMyRiver SpecificHistoricGeographicPersonal ItIsThe yoga of my grandfatherErnie ReynoldsWhoseBoatshedOnceStoodInThisVeryPlace OfMyGrandmotherKateMyFatherJimMyMotherMona&OfSisters&Brother&Of aunts, uncles, cousinsWife, daughter & son Each crosses these dark waters It … Continue reading

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Take Another Look You rise early and watch the rumours climb Above the dark Takaka Hills – There’d been a meeting & the young balheads outvoted the old & we had another year! The party was at the Roots Bar! … Continue reading

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The Place of Salt ‘You’ll find it in the place of salt… along the edge of tears…’ I see the sun, it’s risen highAlong the edge of tears Where freedom campers rise & shineTo face a world of fears & … Continue reading

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Aroha‘Oh, I don’t think that anyone that doesn’t love has anything’ It’s true; we have nothing  Without the active, supportive, hopeful, energy Which always seeks the bestFor those we love & invites us, to walk beside & not ahead & … Continue reading

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Stepping Off We live the raw enchantmentOf the edge that is OnetahuaThe scary, scary, stepping off placeWhere the dead step-freeSo it’s no wonder we feel disorientated& struggle to relate to the settlersWho return by bus to CollingwoodFor the Wairua is … Continue reading

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Sanctuary Finally the burners & exploitersAre banished from the Spit & at the end They shot their cattle & sold Them for pet food Which pretty much sums upThat lot & good riddance I say & welcome to the new … Continue reading

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Bellbird singing in the wattle tree You’re the living CHRIST T O  Me ~ As the sun sets a bellbird sings in the wattle tree at Rawhiti Street Birdsong is one of the most beautiful manifestations of the Christ (The … Continue reading

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Beneath hills of silence I raise my hand –I will NEVER FORSAKE My  Suffering Lord ~ The first two lines are a saying It’s always Friday morning for me Supplementary saying ‘Friday morning’ refers to the suffering and crucifixion of … Continue reading

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A PhD in impossibility Hangs UPSIDE DOWN In your kitchen ~ There are possibilities the ego cannot begin to see or imagine The Self calls us to fulfil these possibilities

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There are peak moments Momentum SHIFTS–Fog –Small poems~

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