Round is a shape.
Like our Mother.
Pacha Mamá.
Two living creatures on her face, a turtle carrying the head back to the elephant.
The Turtle with its Mountains. A foot coming out the water represented by some islands.
The currents, arteries, running flowing and healthy.
The rivers smaller blood flows.
Our Mother, abundance for all. Shelter for all, food for all.
If only we drank the milk from her breast and satiated ourselves. No. We try to damn and hoard, and take more than we can use. We keep each other away from abundance and cause fear and pain and despair.
We already live in heaven. But we aren’t enjoying it, we’re draining the blood from the turtle instead.
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