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MAY AT PHAKALANE 

A star-filled-sky dark morning, just before the first light
A fire burns
A circle gathered around, listening to story
A medicine 
So much lost
How far we have strayed from the natural order
From what deeply nourishes us
Given away to the industrial culture, given to the machine, to the production
Where has our self proclaiming gone?
We have burried ourselves under layers of numming
For fear of........

The light pushes through, rises
The birds proclaim their existance, no holding back
Offering us a moment of remembering
To rise, to Vuka!
To shake the lethary and to no longer lie down
To be moved by the natural order
To truly awaken
To the aliveness of infinite possibility

To Love