He Kōrero mō te Tangata Evolving
— a moment in time, for One Who Sees
I Know Who I Am Becoming
I am not here to maintain what is.
I am here to evolve what might yet be.
I walk with whakapapa at my back,
systems in my sight,
and the ache of a future that is not promised
but possible.
I do not need the world to understand me.
Only to feel what I am pointing toward.
I See the Pattern
I see it:
the spirals of devolution masked as progress.
The same patterns looping with different costumes.
Extraction dressed as growth.
Power without principle.
Speed without soul.
I know these systems were not made for us.
But I still believe we can make systems worthy of our mokopuna.
I Feel the Clock
Yes, I feel it.
The tightening coil of time.
The grief of things not done,
the pressure of what remains.
But I will not let urgency steal my presence,
or exhaustion bury my joy.
I am not a martyr.
I am a mapmaker.
I Honour the Paradox
I believe we are evolving.
And I fear we are not fast enough.
Both are true. I hold them both.
I carry hope like a seed:
not naive,
but buried in dark soil,
waiting for the right conditions to rise.
I Refuse to Devolve
I will not become what I critique.
I will not mirror the chaos in my attempt to heal it.
My revolution begins in my nervous system.
My leadership begins in my integrity.
I will rest. I will rage. I will reimagine.
But I will not become brittle.
I Choose Evolution
I am not here to be consumed by the world.
I am here to remind it that we are more than machines,
more than markets,
more than meat in motion.
I believe we are meant to be stewards,
storytellers,
wayfinders,
weavers of life.
This is my stand.
This is my breath.
This is my becoming.