My drawing is a path, a grandfather’s song providing the lullaby of trance that resonates with the harmonic rhythm of the jungle’s echo. In the manifest murmur, one feels the twinkling of the universe of ancestral knowledge. Along the path of worlds, it is imminent in the rustling of the wind’s leaves—Gua Sacha, a whisper of enchantment that calls, carries, brings, and accompanies like a Guardian Warrior on the path of light to the encounter of teachings and wisdom revealed from primordial memory, from the Sacred Plant, the Yagé. We arrive home, the sky-blue tinged with splendor over the twinkling constellations. In the background, a red-orange sunset sways among the ceibas. The sun’s last rays mingle in the twilight that announces the night. Apacho has invited me to know other worlds, his song destined to sell, if the hand receives us and the spirits observe us. Everything is beautiful on this night—Mother Jungle, spirit and song, essence and charge for my soul. And my spirit transcends into a state where I find wisdom and landscapes that reveal to me an essence disconnected from the material world. Navigating the anaconda, Secha Mama, good vision, blessings for the Cuco, lying for the future. The vision of the tiger gives us sight—if not the house of the hummingbird, it was to find you again and begin the path to serve the brother under your shadow, to return to this sweet bitterness, to be by your side again, to see the jungle pulse made me follow you, Grandfather. The house of the hummingbird was witness to the magic of good wisdom that will improve tomorrow. Nature opened her hand; she was there. With the Grandfather’s song, a path opens in me. With the Grandfather’s song, a path opens again. Mother, Mother, Mother—origin of life. Mother Jungle, Mother Jungle, I praise you. Mother Jungle, you are the origin of life in your jungles, in your mountains where the divine spirit dwells. In your jungles, in your mountains, the divine spirit dwells because it is the origin of life. One day in the jungle, the incredible happened—a deer was caught without weapon or rifle, a meeting of man, spirit, and animal so that its path may come with the becoming. The tiger contains the secret, the wisdom that serves love. A path of plant, jungle, river, that heals and teaches and provides warmth. A path of encounter that offers its wisdom to elevate life and give love. A vision of the future that guides and proclaims in the little journey our healing. A vision of the future that guides and proclaims in the little journey our healing. nkch and V cite Maloc Huasc—In the lagoon, there is a medicine. Beautiful little house of Maloc Huasc, healing medicine in the middle of song, dream, and hope. A light opens, life is felt—in a single sip you irrigated my spirit, you remained in my blood cells. I still await from you the wandering breath that takes the form of a shining mandala, so we may travel together toward the austral boreal. Blessed Ayahuasca—words unfold, senses expand, temporalities shorten before you. For this reason, it’s not easy to reach you—sacred knowledge, king of plants, transmuting liquid of the only truth—life or death. Where did you fly? Among your wings you could have taken me to sing there. Where did you go to live? There in the jungle they haven’t wanted to tell me. I want to laugh because you gave me sunlight. I also saw your clarity because your song to the little journey won’t be missing—to heal my sorrow today, the solitude I carry today. I come to tell you of sad disappointments, of illusions and dreams I’ve lived, between mountains, valleys... [laughter] born of your songs and your work. And the guas grow in the temple... I go to the heart of the illuminated sky. Oh, in the heavens, earth, life, spiritual peace—blessed remedy, you must come to us. From the heavens, earth, life, spiritual peace—blessed remedy, you must heal us. In God's hands, everything will be made right—consciousness, love, responsibility. In God's hands, everything will be made right—consciousness, love, responsibility. To the Chakana I will go in search of joy. I will go to the Chakana in search of healing. To the Chakana I will go with the desire to heal my life. I will go to the Chakana in search of healing. I will go to the Chakana in search of joy. I will go to the Chakana in search of healing. To the Chakana, with the desire to heal my life.
