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we drink yagé— and the veil thins.
the world whispers, leaves murmur secrets, stones hum with memory, rivers chant in spirals of light.
our souls unbind, slipping from the bones of the flesh, like smoke rising to meet the stars.
visions bloom— serpents of fire coil in the sky, jaguars tread softly on paths of mist, ancient faces emerge from the bark of trees.
the wind becomes a guide, the earth, a storyteller, and every shadow hides a spirit’s gaze.
we are both here and beyond— our hearts beating in the drum of the universe, our spirits swimming in the sacred river, tasting the eternal, dancing with the unseen.