Pachamama hear our song of harmony. Let our tears flow to quell the fires that burn our soul. May we roar with grief so great to finally break the silent shackles that hold us back.
We take a stand, stand tall with benevolence for all sentient beings. We transform the collective shadow that turns day to night. In this chrysalis transmutation, we dream, we bring forth the new dawn, the age of the new heart.
Awaken now, time to act. Time to align. Soon there will be no shadow to hide in. All is made alight. Rise now sweet one. Stretch those wings. Father Sky holds you. Brother Wind lifts you. Do you hear her call? Do you hear Mama Gaia’s heart beat? She beats for you.
Antoinette | NovoStellar