A Bright Night Sky




Before I could give way my hands began to swim,

dancing with the tides of a sea sway.

Head watches heart play with rolling wrists and nimble fingers,

pauses, lingers, stillness within this

wave which washes over us time and time again……

And then, sure I stood the fool for wanting eyes

which pull and pry to find what lies behind the swell.

Those crowbars will never reveal

the secret to breathing underwater.

It is of the mystery that gives no answers.


We’ll begin with a mask and snorkel, then shall we?

Ragged with wonder and whimming his way,

our boy was ready as ever that day

as he stumbled the path to the point.

Collecting wood for the fire and will for the flame,

they made their circle by the light of day.

They steadied and readied and gathered their wits,

sat cross legged and bobbed their bits,

waiting for the night light to shine.

Medicine time, medicine time,

soon the night light will shine.


The tide which drew him sea side was sure,

but even so it was bold for him to dance the way the sea trees do.

He would just have to pretend not to care what the others thought

as he pranced about back stage, his hands a wave

which washes over us time and time again……..

And then sure I stood the fool for the sabotage farce,

cold doubt there looming in the background;

“Who do you think you are to speak of the night light?

Who are you to be so bold?”

Except we were saying goodbye to the world that fear built,

and feeling particularly victorious that day.

So all he heard of harsh words was;

“You are to speak of the night light. You are to be so bold.”


And oh glory be, slowly but surely,

holy ocean mind bliss opens one eye and blinks.

Ripples that reach three beloveds on the beach,

living and dreaming by the fire.

Sticks drum rolling on driftwood wake Hinemoana from her sleep.

See her rise, see her heave,

see her wild eyed and dreamed.

See she buried her blanket in that bay.


Back home in the everyday household of his wade

Boy had befriended a little bird named Nanny.

A whanau of feathers vibrating with memories,

she would fly to his bedside window each night

to tell him the old stories and sing him to sleep.

stories of the trails our ancestors walked.

Tall tales of a peaceful past.

She speaks in riddles and giggles as only the truly mad can.

He never dared interrupt the circus mind to tell her she made no sense,

for there is no need to find sense in such nonsense.

Why, she’s far too extraordinary to be pinned with wings,

she shapes as she pleases, she soars when she sings.

She turns demons to dust and bothers into meadows

with a fancifull flick of the will,

all from her humble perch upon his window sill.


A calm mind is a calm sea,

when we are silent the universe sings.

Waters so still we hear Tangaroa snoring in his sleep,

so subtle we notice a nip at the feet,

a phosphorescent secret, star spangled in the shallows……

Okay I’ll tell you but shhhhhhh!!!

The time for secrecy is over,

there is no more reason to hide.

Stand tall all you lovers,

you bridge between the divide,

the two waters meet before your very eyes

because, yes! We can handle the truth!


Having trouble two legging?

Now and then the journey of discovering One-Self

has us done in and undone, on the run from some

mind made melodrama taking on form, go figure.

But we don’t have to spiral in on that one anymore,

you masters of your own minds, wander where you will.

For nothing in this haggard life is ever out of place,

pick the wick from the wax for goodness sakes,

we all have our burdens to burn.

Tattered old memories full of dead ends,

the old story go-to’s, the blames for the bends.

Throw it all in the fire, see the twist unturn.

Throw it all in the fire and watch it burn.

There is nothing left in the world to fear,

just old habits to say farewell to.

Remember to have some fun with it though aye

cause seriousness is sometimes a symptom,

and laughter is a sure fire protection from spooks.

Make light of the lurk rustling in the bushes,

It’s only a hedgehog searching for snails.


With lungs full of fresh air,

and our lips wet with joy,

we call to the moon for Manunui’s remedy.

A flock of feathers which bursts into flight,

we were gods under the sky that night.

A devine dance, the step and stance,

ake ake reaching, ake ake teach me to be humble.

The stone people have said so,

“It is time to stand up.”

And the rest of us agreed,

ake ake, ahi!

As this wave washes over us

time and time again.



Absolutely Anything





– opening a window –


I can’t fly without wings, we all know that,

if I jump from a height I might go ka-splat!

I’m not foolish enough to think I can fly,

but everything changes when I close my eyes…..

When I let my mind and body be still,

let go of the world and gather my will,

when I return unto the silence within,

I can do absolutely anything!




– a bright night sky –


When I sit in silence, I leap up high,

and suddenly I’m able to float and fly.

I no longer stand upon two hairy legs,

I have a tail of pretty feathers instead.

And my arms have become magnificent wings,

that take to the skies and ride the wind.

That soar through the sunset on into the light,

of endless stars in an endless night.


Interstellar clouds of space dust assembling,

new stars in the making form patterns resembling

a bright night vine full of sparkling fruit,

that I pick like grapes and turn into juice.

I gulp down the galaxies one by one,

till the whole entire universe is in my tum.

Yes that’s right, I even swallow the sun,

and become everything all in one!


But the butterflies they tickle my insides,

and the ravens fly out my eyes.

The frogs croak and leap from my throat,

and the monkeys tell such silly jokes.

So I laugh and the stars come spilling back out,

and all of creation pours forth from my mouth.

A celestial stream for time to travel,

a marvelous dream for life to unravel.




– embracing the human experience –


And when I return to my body and open my eyes,

I no longer have wings, so of course I can’t fly.

But I can stand upright and move and dance,

I can grow a garden, and eat the plants.

I can do intricate things with hands instead,

walk with light steps on two strong legs.

Find the worth buried beneath this skin,

and learn what it means to be human.


I’m a weathered old Navigator, wild and free,

exploring the world, sailing the seven seas.

Listening close for the secrets they keep,

for it is the treasure of wisdom I seek.

A full moon sways my open ocean, takes me by the hand,

leads me on the long tides, to the shores of far off lands.

To walk the sacred trails from the mountains to the sea,

to swim in the holy rivers and meet the ancient trees.


To hear the old stories from the few who still remember,

and meet with the medicine of great mother nature.

Still listening close for the secrets they keep,

for it is the treasure of wisdom I seek.

So I let my mind and body be still,

I close my eyes and gather my will,

and return unto the silence within,

where I can do absolutely anything!




– breathing underwater –


I tip toe across the moonlit crests of rolling waves,

chasing dolphins, playing games in the bay.

Diving under the surface, exploring the reef,

making friends with the colourful creatures I meet.

And when the wind howls, and the ocean’s a gale,

I dive down deep to swim with the whales.

They lead me down to the deepest of deeps,

down where the light it can not reach.


But I fear not the darkness way down in the deep,

the monsters down there are afraid of me!

If they give us trouble we’ll turn them to dust,

why the monster’s are all afraid of us!

If they try to bite us we’ll pull out their teeth!

But I try to be nice to the monsters I meet.

I prefer to leave them be, and go about my way,

I swim off somewhere else to find friends who want to play.


I prefer the company of sea slugs and turtles,

and a jellyfish who glows a phosphorescent purple.

The octopus, the stingray, the rare munglewurzel,

and my good friend the beautiful mermaid, Myrtle.

There are entire sea forests of sea trees and sea flowers,

full of all kinds of creatures with magical powers.

All these and other such wonderous sights,

the night’s so bright when you turn out the lights!




– now it’s your turn –


Well if I can do anything, then you can too,

it’s true, there’s nothing you can not do.

It may take a little practise, some getting used to,

but sooner or later, you will make it through.

If you just let your mind and body be still,

close your eyes and gather your will.

If you return unto the silence within,

you can do absolutely anything!


The Four Foundations


The Four Foundations


As gentle as the trickling stream,

as powerful as the sea.

The living waters flow

on through you and me.


As warm as a home fire burning,

as bright as a shining sun.

The inner flame it burns

alight in everyone.


As vast as the open sky,

as fierce as the howling wind.

Behold the breath of life

that bestows us with wings.


As strong as the mountain stands,

as abundant as the garden grows.

That’s sacred Earth beneath your feet,

let everybody know.



For these are the four foundations

which all life arises from.

These are the four foundations

that our house is built upon.


So may the clear water flow on,

flow on, flow on, flow all over me.


May the warm fire glow on,

glow on, glow on, glow inside of me.


May the fresh air blow on,

blow on, blow on, blow right in to me.


 May the abundant Earth grow on,

grow on, grow on, grow all over me.



For these are the four foundations

which all life arises from.

These are the four foundations

that our house is built upon.


What Kind Of World Would You Like To Live In?


What Kind Of World Would You Like To Live In?


Oh my goodness! Oh my gracious! What a beautiful bunch of smiling faces! It’s wonderful to see you again my long lost Earthen friends … Your faces have changed yet your hearts remain to remind me that life is one great game. So we’ll play shall we? We’ll heave these old walls full of giggles and gags, and watch them explode with joy! Yes there are stories to tell and songs to be sung, all in the name of some old fashioned fun, all in the name of the youth and the young…. Yes we are here to celebrate the children, to big ups the kids, to tautoko the tamariki, we are here to shout from the rooftops loud and clear so the whole world can hear, that KIDS ARE TOTALLY AWESOME!


Well now perhaps I should begin by introducing myself. I am, I am….. I am a babbling brook that leads to a creek which feeds a stream that falls into a river which winds and whirls it’s way to the sea. I am the Pohutakawa tree that stands at the waters edge and reaches out for a salty kiss. I am a warm fire on a moonlit beach. I am a windswept feather which has forgotten how to fly, I am a bright night sky. I am all I am, no more nor less than any other, for all life is sacred, each one of us divine, fumbling our way along the trail on this adventure of a lifetime! But if you wish to call me by my name, then you can call me Kindle.


Oh, and if I seem a little strange to you that’s probably because I’m not from Earth….. I have journeyed from a far away place, yes I have come from outer space! I’ve journeyed from a distant star, where all the other dreamers are. Where dreams come true, and so do you live your wish fulfilled. With a wee flick of the will, and a flurry of imagination, you create the kind of world you would like to live in.


Where I come from we don’t use space ships, space ships are such a hassle. To get here I caught a ride on a comet, I went zooming through clouds of colourful space dust, I saw new stars in the making and old ones exploding. I side stepped entire galaxies and tip toed through the milky way, Yes I have crossed the cosmos to be here today, all to find a fun way to say, that kids…… the Universe needs you! I have been sent to Earth to deliver you a message. Children of Earth, you have been assigned a very important mission…..


As you all know, the vast majority of people are taking life far too seriously. Reported cases of extreme seriousness are on the rise and there has been an epidemic spread of stress related illnesses. People seem to have overcomplicated everything to the point of collapse, causing bad moods and mind made burdens which no one should have to carry. Their focus is on finances, figures and sums, and just about anything that isn’t much fun. You can almost hear life yawning with boredom.


People everywhere are making themselves sick with worry and it is my duty to tell you that they are in danger of worrying their lives away. It seems many of them have forgotten the golden rule, ‘If you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right’. And so comes a change. It is up to you, the children, you masters of the art of having fun, to save the world from dying of boredom. This is your mission. You must teach us your ways, oh wise ones, remind us how to laugh and play, relieve the world of stress and tension, lead us into the playgrounds of life where we shall worry and fret no more!!!


You know, Kids are full of bright ideas. Some of the wisest people I have met since I arrived here on Earth have been young children. On my home star we have a saying that “sometimes the littlest voice is the one worth listening to”. We believe there is wisdom in the ways of the child and so we often ask our children for their view and opinion. Where I come from both young and old and everyone in between work together to create our local community. If you’d like to catch a ride on a comet someday you could come and see for yourself, the kids turned our village into a wonderland!


And yes that tale is getting a little tall, but all I’m saying is that kids are cool, and they have a valuable contribution to make, especially when a little imagination is required. Kids are the imagination experts. And if you want something done well, ask the experts. Of course it’s not just young people who have great imaginations, some of the silliest most ridiculously fun people I know are grown ups, and believe it or not, no matter how old they keep getting, they were a child once too. And that is why it is the child in all of us who has been chosen for such an important mission. It seems that day by day more and more people are forgetting how to enjoy life, and it is up to you, the children of Earth, to save the world from dying of boredom.


Just imagine what things might be like if we allowed children to re-create our communities. What a magical play ground this world might be! And it is so tempting to begin sharing my own ideas for how I think we might go about making our world a little more wonderful to be in, but you kids are the clever ones, you’re the experts remember, you come up with the great ideas. Who knows what solutions kids can come up with? Mozart, one of the most famous musicians of all time, was only 5 years old when he first began composing his own music. Edward VI was king of England and Ireland at the age of 9! Imagine a 9 year old in charge of New Zealand! It would be absolute madness! But my point is that young people are capable of extraordinary things. You are never too young to create a masterpiece. You might come up with the next great idea that will change the world!


So speak up young ones, tell us your great ideas! Show us your masterpiece. We want to know what kind of world you would like to live in. Start sharing your brilliant ideas, bright and beautiful as they’re sure to be. Let your imaginations work their magic, come up with a great idea for your community and paint it, draw it, write about it, sing about it, create a piece of art so that the whole world can see that sometimes the littlest voice is the one worth listening to.


And so, we have gathered here today to call upon the child in all of us. Just imagine a world without kids! What a horrible place it would be without children to tickle our imaginations and keep us on our toes. So I wish you all success on your quest to save the world from dying of boredom! We will be watching from my home planet to make sure the mission goes well.


I’d like to thank you all for being here today, You extraordinary children are the super heroes of our time! Your lives are like a waterfall splashing on weary heads. You wonderful, fun love-able, super cool streaks of awesomeness, I send you a thousand thank you’s. Thank you for taking each day and turning it into a game. Thank you for the laughter which rings out across the school fields, reaching into the lives of those who have forgotten how to laugh. So the next time someone forgets to treat you like the sacred treasure you are, remind them that you are the bearers of our future, that you bring untold gifts to offer the world, that you are a living, breathing, human being and you deserve to be heard. And above all, make sure everyone knows that KIDS ARE TOTALLY AWESOME!


Cry Baby




I have a friend

weeps like a willow tree,

I don’t mind ’em weeping

it’s all right by me.


You can be a willow tree,

cry baby cry,

and I will be a river

for you to grow beside.


Cry on my shoulder,

cry all over me,

and I will take your salty tears

and wash them out to sea.


So cry baby cry,

till there’s no more tears to cry.

So cry baby cry,

till your tears run dry.



Thunder Enlightening




Oh Holy Rolling Thunder, rumbling through the hills.

Ground shock, shake your will, give your heart a thrill.


Rattling your bones, and tickling your toes,

waking up your sleepy head, we got to go.

Oh the mountains are a moving, they must’ve heard the news,

saddle up the horses, we’re moving too.


Oh Holy Rolling Thunder, rumbling through the hills.

Ground shock, shake your will, give your heart a thrill.


The wind blows butterfly kisses brisk upon your cheek,

the earths drum beats steady with the rhythm of horses feet.

And our hearts lead the way to their home beside the sea,

emboldened by the promise of a salty remedy.


Oh Holy Rolling Thunder, rumbling through the hills.

Ground shock, shake your will, give your heart a thrill.


We cross fields of wild flowers in bloom,

and it makes you feel like blooming too.

The sky lights up with a crackle and boom,

and it makes you feel like booming too.

We ride on to the sea shore, us galloping loons,

and you feel like you are galloping too.

The Ocean’s turned to silver and it’s dancing with the moon,

and you feel like silver ocean too.


Oh Holy Rolling Thunder, rumbling through the hills.

Ground shock, shake your will, give your heart a thrill.


Full Moon Sways Ocean


Full Moon Sways Ocean


Full moon I feel you

Sway my open ocean.

I feel the tides reaching,

longing to be near you.


I feel your gentle night light

ripple across my skin,

and everywhere you touch me

turns to silver-satin.


When you appear magic

wakes from it’s slumber,

and the Ruru sings

to the night.


Whales rise from the deep

to greet you

and phosphorescence sparkles

with delight.


Why who am I

to resist the tides?

I’ll gladly trace your path

through the skies.


For when you shine

your light my way,

you move my waters

to rise and say:


Moonlight will you meet me in the middle?


False Freedom

False freedom is a lotus flower lost to the wind,

it’s petals mistaken for feathers pretending to fly.

How The Sea Trees Saved Me




Have you ever thought it’s strange the way sea weed is called a weed? If I were a plant undersea I’d not be happy at all to be called a weed, would you? For a weed is a plant which you do not wish to grow in your garden, is it not so? Which is why the sea weed I know prefer to be called sea trees, you see, and there are sea ferns and sea fields of wild sea flowers and entire sea forests full of the most weird and wonderful creations imaginable. And it just so happens that the sea trees saved my life from being lost to the horizon, which is why they will forever have pride of place in my garden.


My name is Tai and I was born by the ocean not far from a family of Sea Trees, and I’m sure that’s how they know my name. From the day I was old enough to wander on my own, I would spend my days exploring the beach, making friends with the curious creatures who live along the shoreline. Climbing the ancient Pohutakawa trees which reach out over the water, searching for a salty kiss. I spent many happy hours splashing about in the shallows, dreaming of discovering the secret to breathing underwater. Oh how I longed to be able to join my kin in the ocean. From the moment I would wake my mind was sea side, my feet never far behind. “What about your breakfast?” Mum would call after me as I ran out the door. Before breakfast I liked to greet the day by standing on the sand dunes beside a stand of windswept harakeke, which was home to a familly of swallows. Together we would admire the sun rising out of the ocean.


On one such morning, Dad came to join me on the dunes. We stood in silence for a long while before he said, “the ocean is a powerful and mysterious being, Tai. It’s important you learn the way the ocean moves. If you understand it’s changing moods the ocean will let you know when and where you’re welcome in the water. Then you can become good friends with the ocean, and it will look after you as true friends do”. Dad drew me in and pointed to a spot where the waves were not breaking at all and said, “you see out there where there is a gap in the waves and the water is still? Where the way is calm and clear, that is the path our waka use to sail out passed the surf and into the horizon. Beneath those calm waters is a strong current which pulls with a force far too great to swim against. So you make sure you don’t go swimming there or you’ll end up out on the horizon, and we can’t have that, we need you here to help us build our waka so we can all sail out to the horizon together someday”. 


“It’s alright Dad, I’m not going to turn into a mermaid” I teased him. “I have tried many times, but I haven’t figured it out yet”. Dad laughed a little but I could see my joke wasn’t funny by the tears he held back and swallowed. I knew why he was upset, we lost my elder brother, Paua, to the Ocean. He went diving for kaimoana one day and never came back. He was a master carver and had great plans to build a mighty waka which could carry our whole whanau out to sea. He would get everyone so excited telling stories of what life would be like once we could sail the open ocean, the far off magical places we would encounter, and the huge fish we would catch to eat on the way. He lived and died in the sea, and his dream of building a waka was nearly forgotten until our younger brother took up an interest in toi whakairo. “Marino is learning fast aye dad” I replied to the silence. “I reckon he’s getting pretty good”. I saw my father’s eyes twinkle for a moment. He looked at me, lifted his eye brows, and smiled. Somehow thats all he needed to say to let me know that one day, with the whole whanau working together, we will build a mighty Waka that will carry us all safely out to the horizon.


That very night I had the most peculiar dream that my brother Paua came to visit me. He woke me from my slumber by tickling my face with an albatross feather. He was dripping wet and giggling, beckoning me to follow him outside. He led me out over the sand dunes, on to the moonlit beach and down to the waters edge, giggling all the way, and the very moment he touched the water the most miraculous thing happened. His feet began to grow and his legs sealed together and before my very eyes his whole lower half transformed in to a long flowing tail which shimmered in the moonlight. His hair and tail were radiant with the colours of a paua shell, and he had paua coloured tattoos all over his skin. He kept his usual head, torso, and arms, but his hands had grown webbed fingers, he grew gills along his neck, and a dorsal fin rose out of his spine. He turned to me with a cheeky look in his eyes that was very familiar, and dived into the water. He beckoned for me to follow and without thinking I dove in after him. Much to my surprise I found I could breathe underwater and that I could swim fast enough to keep up with Paua. We chased eachother through the reef all night until I heard mum calling me to wake for breakfast.


At first I thought it was absurd that I would be able to eat breakfast underwater then I woke in my room realising I had been dreaming. Only when I went to get up I noticed I was soaking wet, and my bed was saturated. I couldn’t figure out what was going on but I remembered mum saying I needed to put my sheets in the wash so I quickly bundled up all the wet bedding, put it in the machine, turned it on, and hopped in the shower. When I came out for breakfast mum was very impressed with me for showering and putting the washing on for her. I didn’t have the nerve to tell anyone what had happened, largely because I didn’t understand what had happened. Why was I covered in water? I tried to put the matter aside and go about my day as usual, but all day I couldn’t help but wonder, had I really been swimming with Paua last night?


The next night I was so excited to go to sleep, mum and dad couldn’t believe how early I got in to bed. I couldn’t wait to see if I would dream of Paua again, and sure enough, a similar thing happened to the night before. I met Paua giggling in the middle of the night, together we ran to the ocean and dove in. We spent the night chasing each other through the reef, only this time I had changed too. I grew an elegant tail just like Paua, and together we shimmered in the moonlight, radiant with all the colours of a paua shell. My hair turned Paua coloured too, and he told me I had a moko on my chin. We had a fantastic time together untill at some point I grew tired and decided to return to my bed to sleep.


In the morning my mother went to wake me and I wasn’t in my bed. They searched everywhere and couldn’t find me, they grew worried and began looking further afield. Eventually they found me down on the beach asleep on the high tide line, wrapped up in sea weed as if it were a blanket. They said I looked quite content asleep on the beach but they were very concerned and carried me back home. When they asked what had happened I tried to explain but when I began talking about swimming with Paua and our tails glistening in the moonlight, radiant with all the colours of a paua shell, they got quite upset and asked me to shower and get ready for school.


The next night I slept without dreaming of Paua, and awoke early in the morning to the sound of birds singing by my bedside window. It was cold outside so I wrapped up warm and walked out to the top of my favourite sand dune to watch the sun rise out of the sea. All along the bay the ocean was perfectly still. I was hushed and in wonder at the world around me, when I noticed a ripple out on the water, and out of the ripple rose a giant tail, the unmistakable tail of Tohora, the whale, rising up from the deep, reaching up tall and tremendous for a moment before disappearing back to the depths it came from.


I was so excited to see Tohora I couldn’t help but sprint to the water’s edge and scream “Tohora, e hoa, hoki mai ra!”. With a hopefull heart and my hands waving wildly in the air, I waited in suspense for ages and an age till my tired hands fell by my side. And at that very instant Tohora burst out of the water, head first and huge, leaping clear of the water and rejoicing in the light of the new day before crashing back into the water, sending a tidal wave of excitement throughout the bay. Soon afterwards I noticed something colourful bobbing in and out of the water. My eyes were a little blurry at the time, but the more I squinted the more it began to look like Paua, playing in the waves that Tohora had created. He turned to me, with long colourful hair and that cheeky look of his. He waved and smiled, beckoning me to follow him. I was so overcome with excitement I forgot everything I’d learned about being safe in the ocean, I rushed into the water in a frantic attempt to swim out and join Paua and Tohora.


I ran and dived and hopped and skipped and dived, scrambling my way through the water, searching for a glimpse of my elusive friends. At some point I stepped down to take another dive and my feet didn’t reach the sea floor, so I turned back to shore only to be met by a strong force pushing me in the opposite direction. A powerful tide grabbed hold of me and began dragging me out to sea faster than I could cope with. I tried to grow gills and a tail hoping I might be able to swim underwater but it wasn’t working like it did in my dream. I began to panic and looked back to see the shore was rapidly fading in the distance. That’s when it occurred to me, I was being taken by the tide that would carry me out to the horizon!


The further from shore I drifted the more I began to panic. Help!” I cried out, “Heeeelp!!!”. The more I panicked the harder it was to stay afloat, I was gasping for air and finding myself growing into such a state I have no idea what might have come next except at that very, blessed, moment, I felt a firm grip around my leg, and heard an ageless voice say “where do you think you’re going Tai? It’s not your time yet child, best you head back to shore aye”. And with that I was dragged against the current and passed to another firm yet gentle hand who held me, pulling me in and saying “don’t worry Tai, we’ll get you back on your feet”. “That cheeky brother of yours, tell Paua to leave you on shore where you belong”. “This is a place for Tails, not Two Legs”. And the next saving grasp would say something just as curious.


Wondering who it was that was being so kind as to come to my rescue, I ducked my head under the surface, and opened my eyes to find an entire forest of Sea Trees waving and smiling up at me, passing me from one helping hand to another. Somehow the Sea Trees made me feel at ease, the peaceful dance they do, swaying with the sea, willingly letting go while their roots hold fast to rocky foundations. While I came to grips with my surroundings my surprise saviours hauled me closer to shore along with their kind words, “you need a Waka for this tide Tai, you’ll get lost out here on your own”. “Come back when the waka is ready and we will guide you safely out to sea’’. “And bring your friends and whanau with you”.


And on it went in this miraculous fashion till I was delicately placed in the shallows, where I was able to stand on my two wobbly legs again. I stared out to sea in awe at the underwater world I had just visited and wondered what other fantastic secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the ocean. I felt something brush my toes and looked down to find a perfect paua shell at my feet. Overwhelmed with wonder, I picked up the paua shell which I have kept and treasured to this very day. I heard mum calling me in for breakfast so I got home quick smart, darted in the back door, and ran to my room to dry off and get changed. When I sat at the table she smiled with approval thinking I had done well to wash before breakfast. I smiled and ate in silence.

Middle Way Magic




No push, no pull,

just leave it to rest.

Now empty, now full,

those lungs in your chest.

All things arise,

as all things shall pass.

Your joy and your pain,

neither will last.

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