Vacía tus pensamientos
que la Naturaleza es tu hogar.
to the scent of you visiting me yet again,
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
where creation and humanity meet.
Between every blade of Sweetgrass
there is the whisper
of those who inhabited this land before.
the ones who left their offerings,
and loved Nature as their own
flesh and blood…
From underneath the suffocating burden
and salty tears
and even black magic;….
we have traveled
straightened our minds,
what our Spirits are made of….
All directions of