Red Dirt
Harmony, magic,
Alchemy, dream shifts swiftly,
Reality bends.
Cosmic sway, slow dance,
Cradle of knowing, unknown,
Infinite embrace.
Red dirt of Waimea,
Crouching close, feeling deep roots,
Wealth in earth's embrace.
Healing whispers rise,
Connection blooms, hearts align,
Soothing balm of time.
Not erased, but seen,
Revealed, reclaimed in love's light,
Ancestral echoes.
Ripples of healing,
Water in rivers, spreading,
Soul's solace gotten.
Hatred, bitterness,
Lehua blooms, birds singing,
Red dirt eats anger.
All dance to drum beats,
Played by celestial kin,
Hollow ipu dreams.
Explosion ignites,
Forgiveness unites the drift,
Infinite embrace.
Dead dreams forgotten
No shadow, nor light, simply
Effervescent joy.
We are here in now
Aʻole loaʻa nā mea wawai o kēia honua e kēia mea haʻahaʻa
Worldly things were not gotten by this humble creature.
Akā
However
i ka ala hula o ka wā, kēia manawa wale nō, ua hiki iā ia ke loaʻa i nā mea ē aʻe wawai loa.
By the path of the dance of the present moment, the aforementioned obtained other valuable things.
ʻekolu mea a ʻoi aku
three things and more
Nā mea haʻahaʻa a wawai
Simple and valuable things
ka ʻōkuʻu ʻana
the crouching
ka mele ʻana
the singing
ka hulahula ʻana
the dancing
ka hana noʻeau ʻana
the creative making
ka hōʻola ʻana
the healing
Ka hanu ʻana
The breathing
Ka ūe ʻana a me ka hoʻokuʻu ʻana a me ka hoʻohuli ʻana
The crying and releasing and transforming
Ua hele maila ia mea āpau
All these aforementioned things came
mai ka iho o ka ʻāina lāua ke aloha o ka lani (mai ka pō lāua)
from the heart of the land together with the love of the sky
Aia aloha nui i loko o ka makua pū o mākou, ʻo Papahānaumoku( ʻo Gaia) a me ʻo Awakea
There is love to be found in the heart of our shared mother, our shared father
The land is love. The love is the land.
The ancestors are the land.
The land is our ancestors
Ancestors
Land
My body, your body
The land
No court can divorce us
No thief can steal this identity
We know who we are
Ancient
Timeless
Of stars and dirt
Hiki
able
Hiki iaʻu ʻōkuʻu.
I can crouch.
Kokoke i ka lepo ʻulaʻula o Awāwa Waimea
Close to the red dirt of Waimea Canyon.
No laila, E ʻōkuʻu pū ʻoukou me iaʻu, i hiki ke hāhā, I hiki iā ʻoukou ke hāhā hohonu
Crouch with me, in order to feel, feel deep
To know who you are in the fullness of your ancestral body
This is wealth immeasurable.
To know you are not erased, nor your race erased in the colorless nature of evaporating skin revealing we are one soul, interbeing, interbreathing, interconnected,
this is wealth immeasurable.
To hold no bitterness, or hatred, or anger, this is wealth immeasurable as it feeds the flow of inner gardens, and inner worlds.
Be free from pain, choose to go through,
this is wealth immeasurable
says
the one who crouches one with the earth, eating red dirt, farting red dirt, belching red dirt, wallowing in the red dirt, happy