Maori Chief telling the story of his people at Mitai Maori Village
Can you feel the mindfulness of the dead—
the heavy silence of their intent,
the solemn thoughtfulness of their waiting?
They want the stories of our lives.
They want to know if their lives
led to something with purpose,
Your turn to listen will come,
but today, lift your gaze to the night sky,
to a tree, to a friend.
“Let me tell you my story.”
The universe and all history—
the quiet ones hiding in the curves of a double helix—
find their rightful places between your heartbeats.
They hear every word.