NO TEMPO DAS CHUVAS

Photo: Cris Takuá

The smell of the dripping on the dirt ground 

Announcing the arrival of the rains

Brings gentle breezes

Childhood memories 

Of stories long lived

Time, the marker of the hours 

Of the moments recorded

Felt in memory 

Brings me sensations 

Of infinite joy 

Oh Earth!

Mother of animal and plant beings 

Oh wind!

Infinite sigh from the womb of the universe

Oh water!

That flows in the veins that run 

the paths in the immensity of space

Oh fire!

Sacred master who consumes all things, 

transforms and warms all things 

Hail to the directions that guide us 

To the eyes that orient us

And to the feet that hold us up

On this walk towards the infinite.

 

Photo: Cris Takuá

 

Every new day I'm more encouraged to invite humans to become wild, to feel the delicate beauty of being and staying in their territory in a good and beautiful way. To dawn listening to birdsong and to dusk by the fire, telling stories of the day that has passed. The simplicity that surrounds the lives of those who allow themselves to be part of nature is of a very enchanting magnitude.

The fast-paced world of capitalism, which turns everything into merchandise, has distanced most humans from their essence and their joy. While many numb themselves with medicines to be able to sleep, in the Tekoá, the Guarani, the Maxakali, the Ashaninka, the Huni Kuï and many other relatives sing to celebrate the night.

Desde criança me encanto com o cantarolar das chuvas que caem, limpando a terra e acalmando os pensamentos. No tempo das chuvas, tudo se torna alegria: o cházinho de erva cidreira, o bolinho assado de milho, as brincadeiras sem fim….

How great it is to be wild!

But capitalist society insists on labelling us and imposing rules on our minds so that we forget that no money can pay for simplicity. That's why I keep on with my rebellious attitude of believing that making food on a wood stove, using my pipe to pray and preparing herbal remedies for the children is to believe in a happier future!

It's been a long time since I learnt how to untie the knots in the stomach of children, and it's so magical! Medical schools don't teach this to their students, who seek to practise healing as a profession. It's wildly beautiful to cure a fright, suspicious roundworms1 and so many other ailments that affect little children!

So I keep on dialoguing with the rain, learning to listen to the thunder and finding my way in this world of so many beauties.

 

Photo: Cris Takuá