You will be born as a seed and sprouted like a flower onto the sacred, hurting Earth.
You will come at a perilous time.
Despair and confusion in the eyes of your brothers and sisters. Sacredness and beauty forgotten.
The forest will whisper your name.
Indigenous songs will remind you.
Have faith. Breathe. Hold onto signs, smells, intuitions.
Follow the path; like a hunter stalk your pray. Dream. Dance. Sing.
Your every step will become a prayer.
Shoes, socks will fall. Your naked feet touching moist soil.
You will begin to remember.
Trust. Trust.
Your path.
You will come at a perilous time.
Despair and confusion in the eyes of your brothers and sisters. Sacredness and beauty forgotten.
The forest will whisper your name.
Indigenous songs will remind you.
Have faith. Breathe. Hold onto signs, smells, intuitions.
Follow the path; like a hunter stalk your pray. Dream. Dance. Sing.
Your every step will become a prayer.
Shoes, socks will fall. Your naked feet touching moist soil.
You will begin to remember.
Trust. Trust.
Your path.
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