Monthly Archives: August 2012

Mother Goddess – Papatuanuku

“Mother – Goddess Papatuanuku,
Sacred Vessel from whom all new life flows.
Help us your rainbow children
to listen and venerate you.
As we hear your cries of distress to us,
forgive us in our infancy and ignorance.
Help us to understand
that if we have no Goddess Mother to sustain us
her rainbow children, we will surely perish.
Then there will be no future for us,
or our Mokopuna”.
How can a sick and dying Mother
distinguish between her rainbow children?
A sick and dying Mother cannot produce
and sustain children who are healthy –
whole in body and spirit.
Oh rainbow children, listen to the cries
of our Sacred Mother!!
The poisons of man are deep within her soils that grow our food.
They enter our bones and blood,
indeed to the very hearts of man!!
Harken rainbow people – pray for guidance.
“Dearest Mother Goddess – Papatuanuku.
Please guide our hearts to listen
and our hands, that they might heal you.
Let us your rainbow children,
learn ways not to harm you.
Let us always love and cherish you,
for you are – the Mother Goddess Papatuanuku
Sacred Vessel from whom all new life flows.
And we are all – your Rainbow Children”.

Robina Adamson.

Matariki -2004.
In NZ Maori language – Papatuanuku is our Mother earth,
Mokopuna are our descendants.

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The Lost Mokopuna (descendant)

THE LOST MOKOPUNA

In the mist from the sea, He stands on the clifftop.
A grandfather, whispering and calling to the lost Mokopuna.
His skin Phosphorescent – as he sings to stars,
And Communes with the albatross.
He sings to the trees and blesses them
Now crimson adored – spilling.
And the sea is wild – it roars and foams and swells
Gnawing at rocks and roots.
But these hold fast – they have the power.
From long ago – to now.

Today – mist has gone and sky is clear,
Blue as the quiet sea.
Sunlight glints on tiny wavelets
And heats the land.
These trees still stand – beautiful
Formidable, enduring and noble,
Roots attached to rock and crevice.
They will endure.
Dark shadows flit beneath
Like dancing fantails.
Crimson flowers – full again.
Some scatter – fallen
Like old memories of blood spilled,
Yet also life renewed.

Today the Mokopuna stands in this place.
His skin glows – phosphorescent
As he speaks of this land,
Her people and the sea.
Trees behind him nod
In a gentle breeze, sun warmed.
They still hold scarlet – once again.
The grandfather is calling – softly now.
His voice rustles the words “look to the albatross”.
Then he smiles – a secret smile.
It is for the Mokopuna.

Robina Adamson.

(From the ancient Pa site – Hikoi).

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New Gift of Mamaku site happening

Robina will be putting up all her own artworks and poems and stories, here. Watch this space!

 

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