The Rising
May all the tribes rise up.
May all the tribes rise up from that space,
and go towards that spaces.
Before and beyond names.
Before labels existed.
Before we though we were separate.
Before all the bullshit,
got showed down our throats,
and we forgot who we truly ARE.
May the ancient stones be risen,
may the waters of life
wash away,
the debris that got in the way.
We are not only talking about healing.
This is much
much,
much,
bigger.
The world is born anew,
right before your
eyes.
Just drop the veils
and arise ancient one.
The stars are waiting for you
to SHINE.
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