Dawn On Mount Manaia

Only inspired mortals can feel the stimuli synonymously woven within the indigenous people who for centuries dwell in this place. The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’ Relating verbal legends of old complementing one’s majestic stance in the wilderness, a place the ancient Gods of Olympus would welcome as home. Here! From where one stands a perception one of understanding yet in awe of you. ‘Manaia’ Guardian of ‘Taurikura bay’ With your phantom shroud intimidating the serene waters of the Pacific Ocean lying dormant below. Mortified your crag laden face appearing to cry out for assistance to the wayward breeze, that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil, compounded precariously within your stony crown, only then licence to permit the radiance of the brand new day to cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows, exposing all that surrounds your ‘Monolithic presence’ © Harry J Horsman 2016