This is our land, el continente americano.
I’ll say this unequivocally: In our land, you have the right to speak any language you wish to speak.
To live where your heart is.
To create and contribute.
To move about, learn, explore, and do.
In our land, you are welcome to establish a home,
To raise a family.
To help one another.
To protect and serve all beings.
In our land, you can be of any color.
Of any creed.
Of any culture.
Of any gender.
Of any identity.
Or of none.
I’ll also say this: this is our land not because we own it.
No one can own it.
It is our land because we are related to it and all its beings.
It is our land like our families are ours, like our friendship is ours, like our future is ours.
To All My Relations!
Koyote the Blind
Reblogged this on Writings by Viento de Octubre and commented:
This IS our land.
True words, Brother. We-humans have a false sense of ownership. Even our physical body is returned to the earth at death.
Aho!
Aho!