let me go

I want to let myself go.

I want to wake up in the cradle of nature and drown in its wisdom

I want to walk barefooted and let Pacha Mama enter my soul, be my soul

I want to feel the breeze in my bosom so it opens as flowering petals

I want the whispers of ancestors and birds to become my consciousness

I want to see the anima of life and take communion with plants and animals alike

Hear the pounding of our hearts in unison!

I want the power of nature to overcome everything I can’t

Bring hurricanes, erupting volcanoes, snowfalls!

Just drag me into you.

So I can be myself.

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