Do you think of me             the way I think of you?                   ...

I saw the ocean, deep blue and weightless,                                  rising...

From the navel, sacred knot of life,a thread ascends to dance with the sun,woven in gold, in shadow, free of strife,a mantle embracing the heart...

The dream took all that still remained,the tangled hours beneath my side,while hunger, wild and unrestrained,devoured itself, then sought to hide. The weary sun spoke...

The celebration of Kurhikuaeri K’uinchekua, also known as the New Fire or the Purépecha New Year, is one of the most important and meaningful traditions...