Being Human

My breath releases cosmic realities, 
dances with our collective senses.

My feet sweep across the skin of Mother Earth
as my back is caressed by the songs of Father Sun.

My existence is endless,
like the depths of the Ocean
and the arms of the Universe.

The stars speak truths, 
we descend from them,
as they descend from their wonders.

I roam this land,
my blood is that of the River and the Sky.

My breath releases cosmic realities,
its frequencies release love,
it says “In Lak’Ech”


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