Maori Healers

Stomping warriors from celestial planes
War-decked, manifesting full-body
Who could accost, divert them?
This phalanx of rhinoceri-like divas, four square
Indomitable before they begin.

And I, willingly surrender
Joyous and quaking, into that awesome belly of earth magic
in the womb of what is to be;
Into hands, iron clad and sure as a mother’s touch
Plugged in to the ancientest lore:
A glance that can tell without word, explanation, investigation or diagnosis
What is the Moment’s imperative
What terror, torment, ecstasy
-Pangs ripped from the depth in the horror of birthing;
While they chatter and laugh
As simple and immediate as a child
Wielding their implacable intention
The weight of their sheer physicality
The luminous radiance of spirit
Every atom saturate with Gaia
So all the electronics fuse and go berserk at the tornado of their breath.
What needs to be done in this instant
And, by all the heavenly ranks of mighty avatars and cosmic lords
It will be.

What puny whim to contest or run from this meeting
With these minions of the gods
Planted like colossi in this precise time and place ordained.
So into these arms of enormity we leap
From the nectar of grace-brim doom
Each breath a searing toil and heart-bells clanging
Those great feet tramping the essence of imperfection
Into a primordial mulch
Procreatively implicit, immanent, unbearable
Restoring elemental integrity of structure, chemistry, chi
To its purest track
(scorning all resistance, objection, reaction or reason)
In the surgical necessity of Now.

Who can see it? Hold it?
Contain that sky-wide flower
Burgeoning out of the core of destruction?
Alchemy’s darlings
Walking their arcane talk
Silent, massively present
And fearless, flawless as the dawn rising.

Journey well, far travellers!