Pachamama pleads,
“my child, you cannot side-
step history forever.”
Your life is interlocking
with an infinite number of other
lives, like the scales on a sucuri
and your sacrifice is a gift
for every time that we shed ourselves
we find something new growing
underneath.
Your divinity develops in cycles
weaves itself through time to
build a basket of memories
so well worked, it could hold
all the sand in the sea without spilling,
which is to say that karma
is the universal law of justice.
Pachamama pleads,
“my child, you cannot side-
step the present moment forever.”
The earth is full of nerve endings.
It beats, like a heart does,
in time with the conga drums.
Music is vibrational wisdom,
and when we dance the samba
the souls of our ancestors rise
from the soil; the source sings along.
In the rainforest, all the tree
Roots practice resistance
Forming fabulous networks
of virtually instantaneous connection
across generations, and all roads
lead back to me, my child
all roads lead back to me.
Pachamama pleads,
“my child, you cannot side-
step the future forever.”
The chakana connects our three worlds
Uku Pacha// Kay Pacha// Hanan Pacha
and we cannot create a new system
without first honoring the ancestors
who paved the way, the children
who will walk the path
and all the gods that crown our heads.
The spirits are many, my child
but the heart is one
And the Manigua, the sacred mother,
recognizes herself in the rhythm
of an eagles wingbeat
in the silence of the mountain
In the rebellion of the river.
And if you are gonna live
to see the new day break
over the hopeless horizon
you must recognize yourself,
too, my child,
in the mysticism of the moon
and the heartland of the sun.
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