Kahuna Speaks
And when into chaos the system is hurled
again shall the builder re-shape the New World.
Your path may be clouded-your goal uncertain-
move on- for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
Though it may lead to the darkness of night, the moon the builder shall give it new light.
You will know this when your spirit has travelled both long and afar.
To the source it returns the spark that was darkened, now eternally burns bright.
It's slept in the Crystal, it leapt in the wave
it roamed in the forest, it rose from the grave
it took on strange garbs, from aeons of years
and now in the Soul of your self it appears.
From body to body your spirit moves on
it seems a new form, when the old one has gone.
The form that it finds, in the fabric you wrought
on the Loom of the mind, from the threads of your thoughts
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
your thoughts drift away, and in destiny blend. You can never escape them, for petty or great
or evil, or noble, they fashion your fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
your thoughts will reflect your thoughts of the NOW. My law is unerring, no blood can atone
the structure you build, you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
your lives with your longing will ever keep pace.
And all that you are and all you desires
must come at your bidding, as a flame in the fire.
Finally Hearing the Sweet ALOHA from the cave deep within
all tumult is done, "My life is the life of the Infinite One."
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
with love for the purpose and love on the cause.
You are your own Devil, you are your own God
you fashioned the path your own footsteps have trod.
No one can save you from error or sin
until you have looked at the Spirit within.
Maori Warrior, Tieme Ranapiri |