Curandero

 

Sitting with you. Enjoying you. Loving you.

I realise how beautiful is your soul.

 

You touch me, hold me, and love me,

in ways I do not know, and for this

 

I can only cry thank you as if I

have known you before my birth.

 

I sit under your tree and feel Mother Earth

as I drink from your boundless well.

 

For you are woman, proud, and free.

Strong as the jaguar, and wild as the

untamed land.

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