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Yakuruna Ramino  
Kene sai i Shono i Shono 


Raminako Ramino . Aro Nainawa

Vem Mae Natureza

Vem, vem mae natureza
Vem, vem mae natureza
Vem,  vem mae natureza
Vem nos ensinar

Vem, vem tete-pawa
Vem, vem tete-pawa
Vem, vem tete-pawa
Vem a nos curar

Vem, vem yube sheni
Vem, vem yube sheni
Vem, vem yube sheni
Iybe shani keneya

Keneya hawa beru keneya
Keneya hawa beru keneya
Keneya hawa beru keneya
Yube beru keneya

Maite hawua shaka maite
Maite hawua shaka maite
Maite hawua shaka maite

Mae Natureza

Kenewma & Nawashahu Yawanawa

One man and his ukulele live from a waterfall in North Bali...These are traditional songs from Brazil in praise of Iemanja, the Orixa (or goddess) of the ocean (with the exception of "Sireninha", words and music by Ben Harris)

Salve Mae Iemanja

In deep gratitude to the guardians of the forest,
their culture, prayers and wisdom. 
Thank you
<3

Em gratidão aos guardiões da floresta,
sua cultura, seus rezos e sabedoria.
Gratidão
<3

Indigenous Prayer (Yawanawa)

Floresta

Wakomaia Indigenous Prayer

Padrinho José Ricardo - Sou Filho da Rainha Yemanja 

Iemanjá eêêêê... 
Iemanjá eáááá... 

SOU FILHO DA RAINHA IEMANJÁ 

Espuma branca 
Todas as princesas do mar 
Os meus irmãos 
E irmãs eu vou chamar 

Sou filho da Rainha Iemanjá 

Neste Poder 
Dá licença eu entrar 
Com as águas do mar 
Me curo e vou curar 

Sou filho da Rainha Iemanjá 

Meu Pai mandou 
Eu executar 
Eu chamo o vento 
Chamo a terra e chamo o mar 

Chamando a tempestade 
Que as águas vão limpar 
E as estrelas, todas vêm me acompanhar 
Sou um com Deus e todo o universo 
Na calmaria Jesus é quem vai reinar 

Sou filho da Rainha Iemanjá 

Iemanjá eêêêê... 
Iemanjá eáááá...

Pay Madre Naturaleza

Sou Filho da Rainha Yemanja

Hungary 12_13mag18

Caboclo Kaxinawà - Manuel&Samoda

Inspired by https://soundcloud.com/madreterra/jiboa-do-astral-tuim-nova-era-madre-terra.
Cover picture art by Juan Benavides Peres, Pucallpa Peru.
Percussion by my friend Pete.

Lyrics & Chords:
Am 	        C    	      G   	     Am  
Y vein chegando a jibóia do astral, e do astral
Y vein chegando a jibóia do astral, e do astral
Y vein curando y purificando tudo mal, e tudo mal
Y vein curando y purificando tudo mal, e tudo mal

Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta
Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta
Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta
Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta

Estamos guiados pelo sussro da jibóia, e da jibóia
Estamos guiados pelo sussro da jibóia, e da jibóia
Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta (x3)

Vamos seguindo nesta ronda da jibóia, e da jibóia
Vamos seguindo nesta ronda da jibóia, e da jibóia
Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta (x3)

Vamos girando na esta gira da jibóia, e da jibóia
Vamos girando na esta gira da jibóia, e da jibóia
Nuku manae bubu manae bubu buta, he bubu buta (x3)

Y ven llegando a jibóia do astral, e do astral …

Jiboia do Astral (Tuim Nova Era cover) - Huni Kuin prayer

I’ve recently been writing a lot of poetry — it feels really cathartic and natural to express myself in this way again (I’ve been writing poetry since I was nine years old but stopped in the last many years)... I’ve been experimenting with reciting my poems out loud, or “performing” them ... 
I decided to share these last two poems, and perhaps I even know some music composers who are interested in using some snippets and making a collab?

Your feedback is appreciated :) 

Thanks for listening, for witnessing... May my healing bring healing for the world, for all of us, for all our demons and shadows, so we may illuminate and co-create ❣️

Always together 
Alone and All One ☝️ 
• amour infini •
💫 gaia 🍃

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I pass my life in prayer —
musing in madness 
when it marks midnight,
my thoughts guide this dream. 
I have seen visions, I have cried
oceans of tears to surround
the island refuge of my Self. 
I have been brooding and boiling 
to burn out my neuroses,
to find a firm forgiveness
and clear these stains. 
I have been counting the days 
since my rude awakening,
rising more lucid and ready to fly. 
I have longed endlessly
lingering on lost loves
lurking in my lone languishing —

I have seen his eyelashes
as the long, black legs 
of a large spider, venomous
and far too close to my bedside —
when asking for guidance,
he appeared and a voice struck 
“kill him” — for any small risk that
there still remains a single thread
of his enchanting web,
he may very well wait patiently
until he can envelope you
and suck you dry.

still
I remain grateful for love,
each moment shared in ecstasy
evoking, erotic, evolutionary —
I surrender these two years 
to the muses to measure 
the magnitude of my metamorphosis. 
wise Mother birthing 
of my very own womb 
the wild mystic teachings,
the witch medicine and 
white magic of my ancestry. 

bruises and scars are simply
marks of the pen he wielded
to write upon the story of my life —
I have reread it to be sure 
I have understood the moral
and I will never have to read it 
again — another book laid to rest
on the shelf that lines the wall
of the temple of my timeline

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—
 •

I have looked to the skies
every day in earnest
for some simple sign 
of divine direction —
I have listened to the wind
waiting for a whisper 
willing to widen my wisdom. 

I have dared to dream
in the darkness of my demons
hearing harmonies of hatred
and fighting their fathers —
fingering the fright
trembling in my bones 
and writhing in moans,
I have forgiven and again 
sought to mend 
these broken ties,
forgetting endless cyclic lies. 

I have bled out my fears 
and swam through tears
to hope for more —
surrendering every year 
to another initiation —
a sacred sensation 
of growth and patience. 
I have not given up,
but oscillated in anger
and angst to annihilate 
this agony and anxiety. 

the web of my wanting 
extends beyond dimensions 
and these earthly tensions,
hopeful I hang in balance,
strengthening my stance
in this surreal storm —
mysterious mother mends
my aching heart, urging 
me to start, 
and start 
again. 

the shapes that greet me
from the celestial depths
help me to see and stretch
my understanding, 
I do not doubt your holy heart,
I have no right to do so —
you are my mirror 
and my unknowing mentor.
you have shown me
what lies hidden
in my shadows, where the light
of my consciousness dares not
illuminate 

you are my fate 
at the very moment you create
the dreams which remain broken 
and bound in time —
I give thanks for this
freedom and clarity,
carefully caressing my sincerity,
soft and sensuous you live
forever in my memory

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—
 •

amour infini

Memory, amour infini - poetry by gaia❣️

Shaman Songs of the Amazon Basin- Ninawa (hupu tupu1)

𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍•𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗•𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚛 🐉 💦 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
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@gaia.medicina

Memory, amour infini - poetry by gaia❣️

gaia inanna

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