There are women in Ecuador,
In the heart
of the Amazon,
Keeping a fire burning,
At the
heart of the Earth.
Firekeepers for the Condor,
The Quetzal and the Eagle,
Indigenous women tending the
fire,
Colectiva Awana global firekeepers.
Ancient Indigenous Wisdom
is united,
Fulfilling the prophecies from
long ago,
Meeting face to face, sharing
ceremony,
Sharing hearts joined by the fire.
It is time, it is the time
for unity.
It is time, it is the time for
harmony.
It is time, it is the
time for peace.
It is time, it is the time
for healing.
We walk on this sacred land,
our Mother,
Pachamama, Akikwe, Mother
Earth.
We her children come together,
Our hearts burning like the
fire.
I listen for my Ancestors’
voices.
They lost their way so long
ago.
Perpetrating great harm, their
fear and
Greed have brought this
destruction.
Forgive us, they cry. We had no idea
That it would come to this.
Please bring healing to this
suffering,
Please bring balance and love.
Join with those that we
wounded.
Make peace and we will be at
peace.
Support their dreams, have
their backs
Listen and learn from them.
We have your back, we support
you.
It is your time now to bring
this healing
And to bring our apologies.
Please say that we are sorry.
I come from thousands of years of
Bloodshed, domination and surrender.
Culture after culture wiped
out, assimilated
Appropriated and yet some
still remain.
The trees, the trees hold the
knowledge.
My ancestors were their students.
Does this knowledge still live
within me?
Can it be retrieved, called up?
Is Earth still speaking to me,
Daughter of those who forgot?
Can the colonizers stop and
listen?
Can they be brought to
stillness?
And learn to listen,
Listen to the Indigenous peoples,
Listen to the land, the trees,
Listen to all of life.
I listen for my Ancestors.
I remember the crimes.
I remember the wisdom.
And I hold out my hands.
My open hands offering,
My open hands ready,
My open hands receiving,
The work that is mine.
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