The purity of your heart has moved me
& for this
To fight against the utter darkness
That lies in the depths of Pachamama
To endure the cold
Hunger
& the sadness
Of the hearts separated from your father
I`ll give you a gift for your brothers
Ascend that high hill
Where you will find a small plant
But of great strength
Store with love her leaves & when you feel
Pain in your heart
Hunger in your flesh
& darkness in your mind
Take them to your mouth
& with gentleness
They will draw out your spirit
That is part of mine
You will attain love for your sorrow
Nourishment for your body
& light for your mind
(author yet unknown)
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