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.