reflections on running
by Ross Himona
On a warm sunny day, I run
through sun filled valley,
bathed in the healing glow of Ranginui,
ancestral Sky Father.
In a southerly storm I run the hills:
gale rain lashed, Thunder growled,
at play with Tawhirimatea, ancestral cousin,
God of the Winds.
I run the sea shore
serene in calm stillness,
powerful in mighty display;
in all the moods of Tangaroa,
Cousin God of the Oceans.
I run with all the children
of Tane, procreator of humankind
God of the mighty forests,
ancestral shelter, provider.
My feet caress the soft gentle skin
of Papatuanuku, Earth Mother;
and I am enfolded by Her,
I run in an Inner World,
led there by Tane-te-wananga;
he who ascended the upper realms
to Tikitiki-o-rangi the Uppermost,
gained there for all mankind
three baskets of knowledge
Parent of all that there is
in this and in every realm.
I run with Maui-tikitiki-a-Taranga,
We play, adventure, seek challenge;
pit ourselves against ourselves,
and all who would play with us.
MauiI laugh at the World.
I run the hills and valleys and shores
where once the Earthly ancestors ran,
bathed in the spiritual fire
that once bathed them;
and still does.
I run from Te Korekore, Potential,
Womb of all Creation
whence Universe birthed itself,
through Te Po, long darkness of Unfolding,
to Te Whai-ao, first glimmer of dawn,
into Te Ao Marama, bright light of day;
I discover the Universe
of Io-Matua-Kore the Parentless
And I discover myself.
© 1996, Ross Nepia Himona
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