Some years ago, I wrote this to celebrate Potuterangi, the Maori name for Autumn Equinox.
Poem for Potuterangi
Poututerangi, Autumn Equinox
Time of transition
Moving from one state to another
No passport needed or inoculations
Only intention
Intention’s the ticket.
Poututerangi, Autumn Equinox
Time of harvesting and working
To access the juice of what’s hidden
Just skin-deep
Or as deep as you want to go
As deep as underworld
Otherworld.
Poututerangi, Autumn Equinox
Time of balance when the breath is held
For a moment on the spiral
From seeding to fruiting
And onwards
Onwards and ever upwards
Vintage spiralling on vintage in
The Ascending of the Grapes.
Cheers, Everybody !