MY DREAMS ARE HER DREAMS, HER DREAMS ARE MINE

SEPTEMBER 2023 by TEAH CARLSON

Embracing the adventure along pothole roads, dust rises above gravel corners as peacocks hui on the road - a tohu to show up, show out and shake it up! I see the destination ahead, a whare built of logs, second story stacking that hold views of hinemoana. She glistens and pulsates vastness. 

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Greeted with eyes - casting scenes of whenua dreams, promising planets align, circling stardust settles. 

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Karanga karanga te rangi e tū nei, karanga karanga te papa e takoto nei 

Moko kauae “a calling to be” 

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Feeling resistant, tired, then messages from far away hoha arrive trying to pull us back to decisions and missions never of our own

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And they said…rhyming stories -whakapapa lines of decent to lands and sovereignty long ago

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We shared time starring into eyes, showing cuts, bruises and scars - and still they smiled, beaming lightful spirits, the pulsating joy of jolly buddha chuckles -  what a trip! 

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Stretching and dancing bodies over grasses mown for views of salted winds. We show up!

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And then they stood showing themselves, beaming with beauty, stories of aroha rising. Shared heartbreaks, beats, swirls of boundless breath, we fly still in wānanga. 

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I didn’t anticipate the admiration for every single wāhine. A gift of sisterhood, of fluid deep red blood, of birthing pain, of sensual power. 

Strategizing billionaire realities - the truth of aroha, abundance and lessons of wise women. There is no contest, no race, no more conditioning, the truth is we have it all! 

My dreams are her dreams, and her dreams are mine, what a powerful release - what a movement! 

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