My hands grasping flax, harakeke
The movement of weaving, present-past a folding of time and space,
Our hands, sensing threads our bodies knowing
A child, mokopuna a reflection of tūpuna in body, mind and spirit
And the fibres of flax, entangled with forces and flows, histories and life
How do we weave present-past and future, a Whāriki for wisdom, for a people yet to come?
