Infinite Freedom

In a car that “fits 5”

With 13 people 

The only traveler amongst locals 

3 in the front

5 in the back

5 in the trunk 

Packed in like sardines

I hold on tightly to my drum to keep her safe…

Flying through the jungle

With my head tilting out of the window

Staring up at the blazing star nation

Looking for the sacred messages I know are written in the sky 

Fresh jungle air blowing in my face

I close my eyes and look inside 

The car is shaking because it is so old and because the roads are nothing but soil, rocks and mud 

Spanish music blasting accompanied by the symphony of the jungle 

Sounds familiar & unknown 

Stray dogs run alongside of our car and cheer us on as we coast along 

The car moves fast

Yet time feels slow… suspended 

Tears of joy slide down my face 

In this moment, I feel my heart beat 

In this perfect moment I reconnect with infinite freedom

Irake Sachamama