to the four and seven directions, to the swirling winds, who through time-spun featherwork and miracle culture, cast our fates to the lands and waters whose refractive, contemplative innocence long for our music, our fingers, and bare feet, thank you for drumming our longings into your own miracle-spun heart, and pulsing wake of revolution, sun, moon and earth-wise, we thank you
for remembering the truth-tongue galactic speak, from within your webs of Life - long carrying, anchored quietly within our own very deep genetic spinnings, from star to seed to family tree, we thank you for homing us in your ever greening miracle form
#waterislife #protectthesacred
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This is a beautiful poem, Leah. :) Aunty L
Beautiful!🙏♾️🙏