Hine-te-iwaiwa
Moon, weaver, warrior
Creative, collective, connected
She waxes and she wanes
Her glow, her power
Weaves light into darkness
Her fingers deft and stained
Wielding strands of potential
Keeping count as each passes into the next
She holds the power that moves tides
And with them she moves in us too
Our waters with the waters of great oceans
Her pull on us as on them all
She knows in herself and informs us too
When to powerfully or peacefully engage
When to gather in, draw near to whānau or foe
When to proceed and when to retreat
Over, under, or through
She fills our kete with the skills required
To dance to weave to commune
To bring life or death
E ako au ki te haka
She, our Hina, our light in the dark
Guides our path as we weave our way through
From whenu to whenua and beyond
