Papatūānuku

Tāne mā

The way she holds you

the way she softens you

the way she gently lifts the weight

off your shoulders

The burdens we cannot see

The thoughts we cannot hear

As your hands sing

under the sweetness of her soils

ripe with life

her whispers of wisdom

a reciprocal language

of unwavering love

she restores your mauri

she brings you back into balance

There is no safe space like her

Mother of all Mothers

Papatūānuku

“If you look after her she’ll look after you” ~ Pineamine