So while everything putrefies,
beauties forms are eternal.
I seek to honour the ephemeral by exalting it’s neglected,
life giving roots, as well as its ephemeral shells.
I carry this vessel, inside here watching, eyes that commit,
tenacious bleeding heart running through my trembling hands away into the Underworld..
Bound and buried.. In sacred sands.
And through embodiment,
the souls feathers flourish so that she may return to her origin..
Bless you sacred ancient Kauri taonga.