Everywhere I look, there you are Hawai’i Nei. Glancing at me through trinkets in people’s houses. Relics brought back from their voyages. They pierce back at me as to say. “I’m here, just as you are here.” How do I escape something that has infused every fiber of my being? I am who I am because of you, Hawai’i Nei. A complicated past but nevertheless lovely and pono. Although I could not make it home, you brought me back to life in your waters and mountains. You brought me back to myself. You brought me back to my roots.
My mele is for you.
My pule is for you.
My mana is for you.
My heart is filled by you.
My mind is on you.
My olelo is about you.
-K