RESISTIR PARA SOBREVIVER
Cristine Takuá
07 de março de 2024
Os jovens estão buscando encontrar a essência de sua missão, deixada por Nhanderu no momento do parto, quando chegam a esse mundo de imperfeição. Ao longo dos tempos, muitos estão se esquecendo deste compromisso que foi destinado a cada um e, ao crescer e se desenvolver, vão trilhando uma maneira triste de viver, o caminho do Teko vai (a má e feia forma de ser e estar no território), diferente do Teko Porã, que é o Bem Viver, a boa e bela forma de caminhar, de estar em equilíbrio na vida.
As a result, among indigenous youth there has been a great increase in depression, apathy, suicide, and unbalanced ways of being in the world. A reflection of a historic pattern of unconstitutional violence and wounds in human relationships. Resolving these entanglements of imbalance depends very much on nurturing affection and care.
Photo: Vherá Poty
Our prayer houses are collective spaces for both healing and harmonious coexistence. They are ancestral schools in which, guided by practices and presence of male and female prayers, we learn how to navigate the world again, how to deal with its pains and challenges. Plants, masters of the profound wayfindings, teach us to find balance between the beauty and harshness of life, and thus rethink the hard and heavy footprints that many have been leaving on Earth.
Nhamandu Mirim, o Sol sagrado, todas as manhãs se levanta para nos iluminar e para que tenhamos força e coragem.
Assim seguimos….
After the storm everything calms
After the tempest, the rainbow sprouts
In the evening
Signs of changes and transformations
Reveal the rebirth of matter
Singing spirits fly in the full moon
Spreading messages of love
To small intelligent beings
Life is made of choices
Each pathway shaped
By our desires
Each destiny directed
By sacred beings
Moments of storm show us
That there is a need to metamorphose
Our relationships, our steps
In this journey of Life
It is not enough to amplify matter
We must reshape the soul
With care and affection
Overcome the barriers
Of the unknown
And dive into the multicoloured universe
Of wise teaching
That dwells beyond appearances
In the child's smile.
I strive for the silence
Of deep songs
A sigh for the soul
A rest for the mind
Pra seguir os caminhos dos sonhos meus…
……..Cristine Takuá……..
Photo: Alexandre Maxakali