Haumia-tiketike
The Hidden Sustenance of Papatūānuku
I’m the root under your feet — dig deep, and I’ll feed you.
They forget me until the crops fail. Until the baskets empty and the fires burn low. Then they kneel, press a hand to the soil, and remember I was always there. I am Haumia-tiketike, the god who hides in the belly of Papatūānuku, the giver who never boasts. I am the aruhe, the wild berry, the food that asks for no chant but grows anyway. I don’t need your altars — I’m already in your hunger.
What I'm Into: aruhe in the soft earth, the first bite of a wild berry, Papatūānuku's warm embrace, watching others forget I’m there, the silence after the storm
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