“Outside of its gates of rot,
is the door to your ancestral heart
In your inner ear, deep within,
Hear the whispers of ancestral souls, the voices of people of old
They are whispering to those who chose not to hear
Whispering to those who choose to distance themselves
from the source of the whisper
deep within their own inner ear
Still the murmuring goes on,
with the will to survive,
the will to survive. There it is!
There it is- Did you hear?
~From the “perfection’ of the Western concept of Christianity cannot separate me. Nothing can separate me from the sacred voices of the first garden of my ancestors. “For I have spent my life gazing at it’s will to survive”
From his book The Cry of the Huna by Moke Kupihea
Whispering Violets 