Cedar
Body aching,
mind fatigued,
Spirit broken down ?
For every sickness
there is a plant who cures.
For every torn tapestry
there is a hand who weaves.
For every lost soul
there is a teacher waiting to reveal their
Ancestral memories.
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Also in Poetry
Yellow Corn Pollen
Our deseos will always
be with you,
praying for you
con cada respiro....
trusting that it worked when we
put our prayers in fire ashes,
and the ashes in your umligo.
Aya Huasca
Always remeber, MiHija
to not only feed,
but to truly nourish,
your Benevolent Ancestors
with the impeccable fulfillment
of your Soul's purpose.
Molle
The apology and promises of reconciliation just weren´t enough
neither the peppermint mocha or assortment of numbing agents,
they couldn´t erase
or cover up
how broken she was.
Pieces forgotten and long lost
among st the rubble and emotional wreckage
of the generations
