I see you. I feel you. I Love you. I grant you safety on my soul lands. I breathe with you. I remember your ancestors and bow. I weigh your sacredness over your imperfection. I court peace with you before quarrel. I silence my opinions so I can listen to your truth, let it land on my heart and breed generations of heeling. I worth your pain over my comfort. I kneel with you in the cold earth and plant warm seeds that carry all your sacred names. By Jaiya John

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