Poetics of Resistance

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I grow sacred medicines

For our family to heal

The heart to rejoice

And the mind to break free

From the prejudices of this imperfect humanity

Of the disunity of those who do not know how to Love

Let's continue

Let's continue

Always walking slowly

That the balance and the wisdom

We can find.

 

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KA’A
On the sacred force of Ka’a
Under the starry night
I felt myself going green
Dawning and feeling
Your gentle scent
And your energy
Which fill us up
Strengthen us
And brings joy to the heart
Porã ete Aguyjevete

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CHANGE HABITS, NOW!
The forest burns
The agribusiness
The human fissure
For order and progress
Continues tearing apart
The beings at
Breakneck speed
But the forest remains
Pulsing, resisting
And transforming
All the spirits
Owners of beings
YãmÎy, Yuxibu, Ija kuery
Are crossed
Furious with the stupid 
Human craze of superiority
Of reason
Of lacking judgement
Wake up, thou, humans,
So-called rational!
Where does thy “humanity” lay?
Where is the Ethics on this
Exceeding reason
You claim to possess????
Change habits now!
Out of love for all beings!

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THE ARRIVAL OF ARA PYAU
On the dark night
Plunged in silence
The unsaid words
Of the so-called rational beings
Are lost among the humanity
They dreamed and planned on Being.
All became hostages of capital
Who moved their yearnings
forcebly were driven
To learn again how to walk!
Some feel that the world
Is about to end
Others feel the sky come down
Over their heads
But in reality all is
Reflecting the wish of Having!
Consumption, pollution, egoism!
The human being failed in its humanity!
Ara Yma showed us
Many things in its 
Silence and safeguarding
And with the arrival of Ara Pyau
We seek to strengthen 
And to learn again sensibility 
Of silencing the thoughts
And feeling more
In an attempt to return
A Being truly 
A small particle 
Of this large Web
That conducts life.
Aguyjevete.

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We need to have

A daily ethical commitment

Towards all forms of life

In the sense that the breath of love

that leaves our words

Walks in the same sense

of the pace of our walking...

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Ethnocide remains latent

Concelaing knowledge

And shutting up the mind

Resistance pervades

Multiple paths

From the torn latifundium

By the agribusiness

Spirituality

Raped

For the monoculture of faith

We live in times of uncertainty

Somber times

Where the sacred has become commerce

And the truth came to inhabit the appearance

For that do not have the sensibility

To see the essence

That exists in silence

Who lives in ceremonial songs

Of the prayers

That heal and lead us till

The encounter of the sacred beings

That with their delicacy teach us

And reveal to us the true wisdom

Enough of Ethnocide!

Enough with the marketing of the sacred!

Enough of false teachers!

It is not enough to say God is Love!

It is necessary to seize this Love

That dwells in simplicity

Where are the forests

And not in luxurious temples

God is everywhere

He's inside of ourselves!

Aguyjevete!

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Good and beautiful well said words

massage the restless soul

Thoughts invade of magic my being

In search of understanding

Of the mysteries of the sciences of the forest

I pursue my research

Now dreaming

Now awake

Aiming sacred Beings

And seeking wisdom and tranquility

I will not be a poet of a deciduous world

But I will continue to poetize in my silence

Multiple and profuse

The certainty at each new dawn

Of more harmony

Of more joy

I entered the beings

Between me and you

Between the visible and the invisible

Among the indivisible that inhabits

On land and at sea

It is needed to shut up,

It is needed to love

It is needed to feel

It is needed to be yourself

In every moment, in every breath of your to live

Go wonderer before the day is born

Go wonderer before night dies

Go....

💚🐍💚

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The puff of the pipe

the puff of rapé

The breath of love

Of the words

Of the songs that

Explode from the universe

Interior of intimate concerns

From our Being...

The puff cleans

Relieves and dissipates

Sorrows and anxieties.

Evil exists!

But it's nothing compared

The force that dwells in the fume

Of the sacred medicines

That through your breath

Everything purifies and transforms

The breath that as an impulse

It comes out in the form of moving words

Echo through the four corners of this universe

In deep moments

It is necessary to sing more

Utter more words of love

It is necessary to blow healing

to everything and everyone

The illusion persists in pursuing

Human matter

Addicting, benumbing the mind

With false needs

And stupid judgments

But true Love dwells

In sensitive wisdom

Of the little things

Of the small acts

Of the deep learnings

Of dreams and children

That reveal with each new dawn

The extraordinary beauty

To be and exist fully.

The breath flooded my soul

On this silent and cold night

And through the blow

I saw its beautiful serene and peaceful form

Showing me the ways

Revealing me the mysteries

Refining me the senses

The breath relieved me

Healed me

And rejoiced

And made me poetize at dawn

The songs of the living well. !!!!!

🌿💚🐍💚🌿

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After the storm comes the calm

After the storm the rainbow sprouts

In the cold afternoon

Signs of change and transformation

Signal the rebirth of matter

Singing spirits fly on the full moon

Spreading messages of love

To small thinking beings

Life is made of choices

Each path being modeled

For our yearnings

Each targeted destination

By the sacred beings

Moments of storms reveal us

That there is a need to metamorphose

Our relationships, our steps

On this journey of Life.

It is not enough to magnify matter

We have to reshape the soul

Caring with zeal and affection

To overcome barriers

From the unknown

And dive into the multicolored universe

Of the wise learning

That lives beyond appearances.

I seek silence

Of the deep songs

A sigh for the soul

A rest for the mind

To follow the paths of my dreams...

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The smell of drops on the dirt

Announce the arrival of the rains

Bringing gentle breezes

Childhood memories

From lived stories

The time, marker of hours

Of the recorded moments

Senses in memory

Now bring me sensations

Of infinite joy

Oh Earth!

Mother of animals and plants

Oh wind!

Infinite sigh from the womb of the universe

Oh water!

Circulates in the veins that travel

The Paths in the immensity of space

Oh fire!

Sacred all-consuming master

Everything transforms and heats up

Save the directions that guide me

To the eyes that guide me

And at the feet that support me

On this journey towards infinity

Aguyjevete !!!

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Today I dreamed of the queen of the forests

The grand master

Connoisseur of the wise secrets

Of the science of the mysterious sciences

In few words she was weaving me

Thoughts, revealing me paths

Orienting me and showing the

incredible delicacy that dwells

in the simplicity of things

My spirit flew and romed

Valleys and mountains

Danced, swirled and felt

The profound freedom that lies

In the sacred abode of the secret spirits

There is no greater knowledge than Love

Every day we are surprised

With the revelations that emerge

In the new dawn

In the cold night I dove in search of understanding

And to my surprise,

The great teacher was there

On her sacred throne seated

Awaiting for me

On the long tails of Samaúma

With his flute and his Maracá

Just waiting for me next to her

Proceed with the song

And blow poetry to the four corners

In order to color and massage

The beings of this Earth!

Tired, cowering with loneliness

And lack of understanding

Oh walking beings awake you

Of that deep sleep

And feel the tasty magic

Who lives in the singing silence

Of your sighs!!!!

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The hummingbird owner of the woods

Revealed me

Enchanted me

Guiding me on the paths

Of the Living Well with Love

Fly fly hummingbird

Show me the secrets

Of the mysteries of the sciences

That dwells in silence

Singing from the forest

Among rivers, igarapés

Seas and mountains

Hail light messenger

Who gave me

With thy affection

And thy magic essence

After your flight I will miss you

From its corners and its presence

But I will remain firm

Of the union that today fills me

And completes the soul, the heart and the mind

Vibrate and sing hummingbird

In the infinity of what I am

Awakening and rejoicing

My little Being

That plunges into the universe

Transparent of Love.

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In the dusk

The charming rainbow appeared

With their colorful tails

And its silent lights

Next to him I felt the ephemeral little fume

That everything heals and cleans

Dispelling the evils

And healing the wounds

How good it is to have protection

of the beings of the forest

Feeling rocked by

Silent wisdoms

From the plants that heal

And they ease our days

How good it is to feel singings

That scent the hours

And puffs of words

That lead us to immensity

From the invisible times

Where there is no disturbance

And not even heart evils

Only joy and tranquility

That fills us with emotion

And makes us believe that it is yes

Possible to achieve wisdom

From the Teko Porã

Who lives in the grand Yvy Rupa

🌿🐍💚🐍🌿

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What good is it to know so much about algebras

If it escape you the understandings of

Ethical matters

Which direct you

And reveal the world to you

And thy values

The respect and the reticences

Who inhabit the silence

Of the thought conversations

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In educational processes, and not only in them,

but also in human relations

I miss affection and concentration

Of care and attention!

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We live today an epistemic criminalization.

A violence against ideas

Against thinking

That reflects on this schizophrenic wave

that plagues humanity

And with that, leaders from the forest are being persecuted, being murdered or imprisoned

To shut up their voices

But the scream will echo through the four

Corners of this land

For we are seeds

And we walk sowing everywhere!

🏹🌿💚🐍💚🌿🏹🏹

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Make love do not make war!

 

We are in war!

War in disguise, hidden in somber glances

silenced words.

Few perceive it...

We are in war!

Without rash they attack us

mischievous looks,

envy, slander

Rights violated

We are in war

Unconstitutional attitudes

Wickedness, Hunger, Injustice ...

We feel it in the air,

on the thorns thrown into the wind

in fallen tears, in sobs

on sleepless nights

Enough!

Enough of War!

Mother Nature cries out for Love

But, Beings said rational,

ferouciously attack each other

eager to rule

To dominate themselves...

Make love not war

Beings without a human Voice

are fed up with so much contradiction...

It's time to wake up!!

The war today is no longer that of gunpowder,

but that of the word,

of attitudes!

Make love not war!

Before it's too late!

Before the afternoon is over

and the sun no longer rises…

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In the middle of the day quietly

The mud dripped

Through the bowels of the earth

Human stupidity

Keep tearing lives apart

In a mind-blowing folly

The owners of the sacred waters

From the Paraopeba River groan

And cry the pain

of rampant violence

In a country where

order and progress

Rule, there is no law

There is no justice!

Impunity has become fashionable

And sensitive beings continue to observe the great tragedy

Of human rational absolutism

Enough!!!!

Screaming no longer echoes among

Deafening ears

Silenced by ignorance

And thirsty capitalist craze

To be and to be in a mismatched for of walking

For this land !!!!!

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I think that, like grains,

people need to know their origin,

the speech that dwells in each seed.

Every being who can hear the voice of silence,

hear its truths.

There is an existing bridge

between visible knowledge, literate

and the knowledge that lives in the depths of the songs, dances, braids

and in all the complexity of the art and spirituality of

the native peoples.

However, it is necessary to break the barriers of appearance.

Because while some are basing themselves

– and imprisoned –

in the non-being of things (appearances),

will never reach the greatest dimension

of true knowledge,

of the wisdom of those who know and

can feel their own shadow!

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The words that like a breath

Leave like an echo of our thoughts

Fly and dance in the air

In search of understanding,

but they not always make themselves

Clear and understandable

To the beings that receive them

May cause chills or

deep emotion

How difficult is the smooth communication

In a world immersed in information!

Words Heal

Rejoice

And hurt!

We need to take care of our words

So that thoughts

Do not disturb our dreams,

Our days and nights

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I keep conserving my metascience

Beyond Greek metaphysics

Balancing in my silence

The weight of the echo of my thoughts

Taking care of my terreiro

And the awareness of the day-to-day micro politics

Nothing tastier than Being

What truly one Is

With careful, attention and

Much affection!

The night comes moonlighted

And I yearning to be in my sacred abode

And enjoy the night melody

That inhabits in the forest by the sea

God forbid macro politics

I want more macrobiotics

As a master friend of mine used to say

That imbalances

And multiplies

The possibilities of living well

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Unlike hospitals

And health centers

The opy'i or house of prayer

It's not just a healing space

But also an educational center

The true school

There we talk about dreams, we heal ourserselves

and we also learn good and beautiful ways to practice

Well Living

The Teko Porã

How good it is to sing, dance

Play Takuapu, Maracá

Feel this space so special!

Being with loved ones

That many times, even

in silence

Transmit more messages than if they were speaking

But unfortunately today, many look for it only

When the evils of the body or the soul affect them

But it shouldn't be like that!

Our medicines do not come packaged in plastics

like those of pharmacies,

They bloom in the midst of waterfalls, streams,

sacred mountains...

Healers

Spiritual leaders

They're just watching the violent

Advance of Evangelic invading

The sacred Tekoa

The increase in influence

Of the use of antibiotics and painkillers

Incentives for hospital parturitions

It's time to wake up thinking beings!

Valuing the traditional knowledge and practices

that rejoy our soul

And our days

If all indigenous peoples

Honored healing traditions

And the spirituality of their culture

Maybe we could calm down

The spirits of the forest

who are angry

Tired of so much contradiction

Of us beings said to be thinking!

Let this reflection fly away

How does the little fume

that comes out of our pipes and touch

In the hearts of sentient beings!

I respect the medicines that spring from the forest!

Respect prayers

That balance life here on Earth

For so many centuries!

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Dancing like the Tangará bird

I will try to follow the walk

Seeking lightness and serenity

Of those who resist with joy

And resilience in the heart

I wish I could change

The order and progress of the flag

Of this our Brazil

For the poetic and political

Concept of Teko Porã!

Dreams continue to bubble in my being.

I will never give up believing

That it is possible Yes, to rebuild

The great web of relationships

And heal the wounds that affect

And suffocate our dear Earth.

Resistance must be practiced

Day by day inside our own yard

Inside our mind

Inside our heart

Within and from our attitudes

And more intimate intentions ...

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The falling sky

has been Announced for some time

Few perceived it

But in the middle of the day quietly

The darkness oozed

Filled all spaces

Through the bowels of the earth

Human stupidity

Keep tearing lives apart

In mind-blowing folly

The owners of the sacred waters

Owners of the mountains

From stones

The spirits that own the

all beings from the forest

Cry the pain,

And lament the smoky suffocation of rampant violence

In a country where

order and progress

There is no law

There is no justice!

Impunity became the rule

And sensitive beings continue to observe the great tragedy

Of human rational absolutism

Enough!!!!

Screaming no longer echoes among

Deafening ears

Silenced by ignorance

And thirsty capitalist craze

To be and to be in an unmatched way walking

For this land !!!!!

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Fight like a real woman!

Sow in your children

Love and Common Sense.

Planting and harvesting the cure

That cheers and colors your days

Try not only to base your truths on books

But listen to the midwives, roots, dreamers and healers.

Fight, militate, resist

not only in the macro political of yelling

But mainly in the micro politics

of your own terreiro

At each new dawn

Weaving possibilities of union, strengthening

and the continuity

of the transmission of ancestral knowledge.

For more resilience,

More serenity

More dreams

Among all women!

🏹🍂💛

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In the silence of the mountain

I'm going on my way

Seeking patience

And learn over time

That passes slowly

The birds sing

Celebrating life

The so-called rational beings

Regret the imbalance

From capitalism until yesterday exalted

Rivers, seas and all

forms of life

Recompose (themselves)...

Amid the silence

We feel more

We hear more

And we acknowmedge how

Small we are

In front of the immensity of the universe.

🙏🐦🐝🦇🦉🐍🦋🐛🌻🙏