Moko Kauae

Moko Kauae

Emerging into light.

Dormant until birth.

Eyes of old are present.

Tap, tap tap tap,

Tap, tap tap tap.

The rhythmic beat of uhi,

the bite and ink upon skin,

drawing me out into the day.

Gentle hands to coax and entice

with the dance of uhi and skin.

The wearer of old has woven

with the wearer of now.

Karanga called me.

Karanga blessed me.

Karanga honoured me.

I am healing.

I am Moko Kauae.

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