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The Rising




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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