TIME looks at us all

Maori man between 2 worlds. 

Before and during the occupation of the whites cultures amongst Native peoples felt the movement of the sky and the subtleties of earth movements were akin to the movement of air and the currents of water within our bodies. It was the white man's insistence upon control that altered the perception of life on Earth, our Mother and introduced a kind of death, as yet unfathomable against the greater mysteries that circular motion creates in Life. Our relationship with time changed. Its alteration refocused the eye to form and a logic that turned against our stories and what we knew about how we belonged and felt.

We went on a journey. The whites took us on a journey from circles to lines, from touch to blows. It was a long and strange and disheartening journey, but to keep alive and relevant we took all we could of ourselves to remain ourselves.

Time, as a tool of those fixated with form, is like process and it is not fixated in a place. They cannot control time, or change its function. Unlike those fixated with form process, and development and the growing essence of a person is stream moving in directions around stones in the waters.


Time, as a tool of those fixated with form, is often used with a mean streak against those whose spirits are freed from those feelings in the work place, for example. Their relationship with time is a formidable weapon until their mortality kicks in with new knowledge and sensations of timelessness Death introduces to the inner being.

The truth is time, unlike rigidity, is not fixated in a place. Unlike those fixated with form spiritual processes, and development of form into formlessness is the growing essence of a person in a stream moving in directions around stones in the waters of Life! In fact everything moves. What doesn't seem to move is resistant to change as things change and forms adapt and change people's lives. But, indeed resistance does change. It moves into relevance, or stagnation, or at extreme pace moves into acceptance, tolerance, or understanding. If those things do not occur death comes and moves with its own force. Either route is a passage into something.

Gregory E. Woods
Keeper of Stories  8.19.14




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