We reclaim the poetry inside the madness. May our rhythms lay a field of treasures for future generations. Beneath the layers of hate and greed and human destruction, let them discover the ways of peace and the promise of Love. May they find the footprints–the kisses that replenish our Mother's blessings. We are the keepers of the sky. We kneel to remember what's holy.
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