Indigene medicine circle speaks of Rites of passage

The indigene medicine circle speaks of Rites of passage.

A seed bursting its insularity.

Ever seeking to shed its skin.

In a burst of new wisdom of Life.

Emancipatory.

Guiding.

Inviting lingering ancestries to participate.

Wading in the streams of Source.

Dancing in the mountains.

We are the winds of change

Transforming history of the future.

Vunja.

Aah the trickster of multiverses

Singeing our phantom illusions

Of greatness and glory.

The sublime lie of domination

And othering.

We slay the demon of arrogance

And omniscience here.

Distilling the wisdom of ancestral lineages

Beyond our Sapient odyssey

With untruth.

And find that we are One.

Caught in the stupendous expiration

Of expanding consciousness

Avant the profound cosmic inspiration

Stores our memories in the infinite seed of Creation.

I am Elder.

Wizened by lifetimes.

A gnarled warrior.

In service.

I am present.

With an insatiable curiousity.

That our collective Dreamtime

Will fertilise a new seed of Creation.

Anchored in Supreme Truth.

Now is not the time to stand still.

Backward never. Forward ever

No retreat. No surrender.

Together.

United by Mother Earth.

Knowing that

We are All from One.