My language is my awakening
I see through my eyes and carry the blood of my ancestors
I hear with my ears and I listen to the melodious songs of ngā manu
I smell the kākara of fresh water running on the whenua
I taste the aroha of all the people around me and I am comforted
I touch with my wairua, my ihi, my mana
He kākanō ahau
I am a seed, born of greatness.
Nā ngā tamariki ō Te Pouahi Tekau mā rima
Ānei he waiata mai Maisey Rika- "Connect"
Monday, 27 July 2009
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