Tawhirimatea
Claims the air tonight,
Blinds the outward eye
With needles of rain.
Tangaroa
Rides the full tide in,
Pounding the mind’s beaches
Incessantly with Sound.
Now
Old altars will be overturned,
Judgemental gods forsaken,
Guilt, shame, sin,
Crucifixion
Of the innocent self,
Cast out as devils.
The sensual dream
Reveals another truth,
Preaches a different redemption.
Dare to sail
Its archetypal seas,
Steering by Venus,
Your landfall at last
A truly selfless shore.