You can’t quite acknowledge them, but you hear a distant voice, Continue reading
emerging from the depths
White water, licking a cliff’s steps; Continue reading
Flickering under the morning light, you may find
a maze of silver ferns.
Amongst the branches, it’s easy to hear:
the sound of an agile Fantail,
the whistling of a Kereru’s wings,
and the chant of many others.
In such Sanctuary
and the hues of green are multiplied.
From up above, you may discern subtle hues from green to blue.
from a bit closer, they’ll gradually melt into one.
Take a dive.
Let the cold settle in;
let the liquid blur your vision; Continue reading
castigam a pedra as forças que carregam as águas; Continue reading
This sacred passage is guarded by giant gate keepers. They are twelve. Continue reading
Em suas infinitas camadas…
daquilo que é vivo,
daquilo que é doce,
daquilo que é singelo.