Crouching beside a pure bush pool,

Guided through the water

By the song of angels


They have taken me


Sitting at the roaring river’s edge,

Carried weightless

Across winter floodwater


They have taken me


Entering the cathedral mountains,

Sleeping beneath the red rata

Drawn through ages past


They have taken me


In the wet grass looking skyward

Before the new moon,

Seeing beyond this heaven


They have taken me

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