The Power of this Aina is remarkable. How it rains, the way it shines, how the tectonic shifts send the black roads waving like a dancing ribbon .. it is here that we become children to the facts of nature. We adopt new ideas, along the lines of peace being an Important aspect of perpetuating growth. That without violence there would be no peace. That we perceive peace only when surrounded by beauty, because we are simple creatures no matter how we like to flatter ourselves.
If you are looking for the mirage of peace, you may find it here. But at any moment, the place you built your nest can become subject to the protocols of growing land. Here is the land where the Goddess Pele wrought apart ʻOhia and Lehua, then joined them back together as a tree whose namesake is carried on as the title of these famous tropical rainforests. Where Lohiau was swallowed by the wrath of his Goddess lover after being resurrected numerous times by her sister, Hiʻiaka.
It is also here that the Pōpolo berry begat itʻs name, as a last ditch effort of a man by which that name was gotten- that he might heal from an incurable ailment. And a song that might reflect not just after a battle against other warriors in the Days of old, but also where aloha can be re-established by the Broken hearted when their homes are finally reconstituted now over a black and braided lawn of Lava.
Waika.
Only here do fields of Lava dominate a landscape, cunningly masking the rich springs of pristine water below that have trickled from atop Mauna a Wākea where the rocks and snow are old enough to remember- the wooly mammoth and the great flood, which rendered our ancient ancestors apart - some adopting the name of Maya when they were away, returning again back home to their Island home that was once a great continent. I wonder if the great chief Keawe, for whom this great Island is named, inherited his ability to peacefully rule by our ancestors whose great civilization has been long out of sight.
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