The Medicine

sovereignty

Real peace is not always a serene lake. Sometimes it rattles your soul awake and needs you standing.

The iron shattered and the Book holds your sentence. Now learn to speak it where it counts.

The journeys retrieve the pieces, the workshops teach you to live them, and the songs help you remember.

The journey gave you the heat back. This is where you learn to live warm.

Read the current instead of fighting it, through three rapids that turn out to be your own life.

Sorrow larger than its moment, love without a source: some grief spans lifetimes. Go where it began.

You do not arrive as a seeker. You arrive as one who survived the spiral. This is the return.

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