The rhythm of Native Hawaiian chants will always flow within their veins. Bound to the Cosmos in their creation is as natural as harvesting the fruits of their birth on earth.
Linked to their roots in the stars they go by, they bring them down to earth as meaningful as the soil in which they plant. As sacred as the ground they walk with respect – and eternally give thanks – to their Creator and the created. Like the gods of many tongues, only languages divide, but as deep as the Universe in which their existence reaches, they embrace in remembrance their beginnings in harmony.
The term evolution to them is only their continual rebirth, and by this they are as fixed as the sweet influence of the stars we call Pleiades. Harvests revolve around the seasons of these stars. Makahiki is still observed today. When their Solstice brings the rising of Pleiades in the East, the time of their Harvest Festival, which is hallowed with prayers through their chantings; their songs and their dancing.
Gratitude for their abundance and survival, even as any of the Western-European cultures have their own. For them, this is mainly by the end of October, when others might refer to this as the Spring Tide Season. When the arrival of abundance brings not only new life but reaps that which already is.
For Islanders like those of Hawaii, this not only means land but also the seasons and offerings of the oceans. For Earth and Sky are one of their chantings, and even the seas are a part of the whole, even as is, the Cosmic link within all they embrace.
As bounteous as the seas which surround them, as rich as their volcanic soils grant them, as warm as their sun-kissed connections to the tropical climate allows them; their blessings are chants for all things freely given. And equally shared between them. Natures Children shine through the darkness of Life like the stars of heaven, and have reason to remember, “ Aloha.” .
“Greetings to the great One, who brought the thunder clouds, who heralded in the times of the harvesting. Having shed the rain through the monsoons of their seasons and swelled the fruits of our labors through their humidi cribs of birth, the time of their gathering warmed in the heart of the sun our own. Chant to the heavens and to the earth who feeds us, for we are as filled as Children of the Stars.”
“Aloha to our Ancestors and all which they provided and prepared. For we are replenished in spirit and offerings more than when we began. Aloha to those of our blood who have taken with them our seeds across the great waters. Makali’i has never left us, and we rest still in the bosom of One Soul.”
There is good reason to chant through the food-chain of Native Hawaiian rhythms which beat in the hearts of those who understand. These never die in the evolutionary chain of forever when spirit is more than just a word.
