He mū ‘o ia He mū

When the sacred stands above the clouds
When time sits evenly on her sit bones
When her spine stretches across the sky on the pathway of the snow
When the first light kisses the hillsides like lovers do
When ancient stones set by ancient hands tell me to let go of all I cannot carry
When the mountain that lives in the middle of our inner ocean takes a deep inhale and exhale and says
“You made it to today, that took strength. You made it today, that also took grace.”
And a smile stretches like kapa across my face and the air in my lungs sing new songs to a new day
They tell me on their refrain that I am my own safest place, a pu’u honua for my own soul
That the kānāwai I set for my body, my mind, and my spirit are mine to carve like ki’i with my own hands and my own tools that took years to polish and shine like the pōhaku of Keanakāko‘i

All teaching me that the way I love and allow myself to be loved is sacred too

All teaching me that “the sacred protects me too”

He mū ‘o ia
He mū