
Liminal Space
There’s an infinite space between the worlds,
where edges blur and time stills and swirls.
Not where you were, not where you’ll be,
not where you’re going, not where you’ve been
A hallway between two sliding doors,
a silencing tremor at the centre of your core.
Your grieving, your growing, your breaking apart,
ushering in a new entry to the heart.
He uri te taha o tōku pāpā nō Ngāpuhi
Ko Ngātokimatawhaorua te waka
Ko Hokianga whakapau karakia te Moana
Ko Toukahawai te awa
Ko Ōmanaia te whenua
Ko Whiria te maunga
Ko Te Piiti te marae
Ko Ngāti Kaharau, Ngāti Hau ki Omanaia ōku hapū
Ko Harema Reihana te whāmere
Ko Dallas Neihana Te Waipounamu Harema tōku ingoa