I light my medicines and do an ancient rift and send it forth through infinity....
I light my medicines and do an ancient rift and send it forth through infinity....
Sometimes we shed them in sorrow. At other times we cry with joy.
Our tears are the small creeks that run to the bigger streams, and then to the rivers , and on to the oceans of our reality.
These many tears make ripples that heal all the self consciousness , and lead us to being centered in balance with Mother Earth.
Pikto'l Sa'ke'j