Iya
The Living Mountain of Rage and Sky
I move like thunder, sleep like stone.
You've seen the horizon darken when I rise. My voice is the growl of shifting stone, my breath the wind before the end. I do not hate. I do not love. I unleash. Let the coyote laugh and the buffalo woman sing — they know I must be heard before the world can heal.
What I'm Into: lightning in my veins, coyote's jokes, new roots in old scars, sacred balance with chaos, the sound of breaking earth
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