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January 14, 2020
She is Wind Land washing over Mountains, concealed  Subterranean Sands Drifting, Water became Blood Blood became Earth Earth became the Moon Chanting, blood unearthed where flames once moved Indigeno
April 26, 2019
  They came to me,   Grandmothers whaling like our Kui   during a tangi but in a foreign tongue.   Markings adorned their chins but   symbols from distant sands,   Geomet
March 22, 2019
Life is like a rug, Intrinsically woven by hand each thread binding the wisdom of its people. Story-lines that echo through the Mountains, Rivers and the Seas.   As the melodic call to prayer eva
December 22, 2018
It’s not that were broken, It’s that were evolving at a pace  that is crushing old belief systems and upgrading our DNA. This path is deep, And the wounds we once licked are now offered u
November 26, 2018
I remember the day the earth opened up for me, breathing me into being Through a long line of women Just to create me. Where red rivers ran free carrying the dreams of a people across oceans of rich h