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~ Freda

~ Freda

Do not capture being

Christopher Rekatas

I've written these words so many times

And this is the first

You see: we are all original expressions

Perpetuating unoriginality

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As soon as i write I cease to 'be'

As this is just an expression of an essence of being

While 'to be' would be me 'being the words' I write,

not the writing that merely comes out

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And what of doing?

Doing exists within the being

We all have our place

‍

And yet, it seems that doing is bustling...

Elbowing out being from the space

All consuming, numbing all

‍

Ah, though we forget

Doing is still part of being

Being, still is rare (as present)

But being is here to stay

‍

Let being flood our lands

Immersing in our souls

Let it wash our shores.

Our hearts breathe

‍

And what of being?

Alas, you cannot be anything but

So succumb...

...and let it be

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Christopher Rekatas

Do not capture being

Christopher Rekatas

I've written these words so many times

And this is the first

You see: we are all original expressions

Perpetuating unoriginality

‍

As soon as i write I cease to 'be'

As this is just an expression of an essence of being

While 'to be' would be me 'being the words' I write,

not the writing that merely comes out

‍

And what of doing?

Doing exists within the being

We all have our place

‍

And yet, it seems that doing is bustling...

Elbowing out being from the space

All consuming, numbing all

‍

Ah, though we forget

Doing is still part of being

Being, still is rare (as present)

But being is here to stay

‍

Let being flood our lands

Immersing in our souls

Let it wash our shores.

Our hearts breathe

‍

And what of being?

Alas, you cannot be anything but

So succumb...

...and let it be

Christopher Rekatas

Do not capture being

Christopher Rekatas

I've written these words so many times

And this is the first

You see: we are all original expressions

Perpetuating unoriginality

‍

As soon as i write I cease to 'be'

As this is just an expression of an essence of being

While 'to be' would be me 'being the words' I write,

not the writing that merely comes out

‍

And what of doing?

Doing exists within the being

We all have our place

‍

And yet, it seems that doing is bustling...

Elbowing out being from the space

All consuming, numbing all

‍

Ah, though we forget

Doing is still part of being

Being, still is rare (as present)

But being is here to stay

‍

Let being flood our lands

Immersing in our souls

Let it wash our shores.

Our hearts breathe

‍

And what of being?

Alas, you cannot be anything but

So succumb...

...and let it be

Do not capture being

Christopher Rekatas

Christopher Rekatas

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Whakarongo

Why is poetry making such a huge come-back? I think it is because our souls need more than the shallow to absent meaning-making of mainstream media. Poems are a reminder of what we hold within us. I am honoured to feature this poem by Dr Ant Nahill. How did I come to connect with Ant? It goes back to a conversation with a wonderful, wise wahine, Aphra Green. She suggested Dr Glenn Colquhoun as a potential speaker for a Goodlife event, to speak of his book, 'Holding the ACEs'. We did host that event, which you can read about elsewhere on this website. What a humbling reminder Glenn's talk was. You might even describe him as a bit of a, 'Gabor Mate of Aotearoa'. At his youth health clinic in Levin, he continuously, courageously, humbly, painfully - turns towards what so many of us want to - and have the privilege to - just turn away from. But, when we do, we all keep this world small, we perpetuate the disconnection that erodes our collective potential. He reminded us that, 'we need to stop growling each other. To stop pointing the finger of blame at other parts of the system, and turn our attention toward what we CAN do. We need to WITNESS. We can all make a difference if we choose. It opened something in the hearts of everyone there, we held space for something deeply vulnerable. It melted away performative public personas and we shared feelings, childhood stories, and felt the healing of being witnessed in those stories. Just coming together in a group, has a magical power unto itself. And we acknowledged ofcourse who was missing from that room. Which is something I'd like to address in 2026. Glenn shared with us that he was organising a 'hikoi for health' with his friend, fellow medical doctor and poet, Dr Art Nahill. And that is how I connected with Art and how his poetry came to be here.

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