Migration is something that will never stop happening.
When we are fertilized, our home begins with our mother, a few months later we are born where our new homeland will be. During our childhood, we migrated from one classroom to another, from one city to another, from one place to another, we meet new people and new families. With all these movements we become children of the earth, and the earth itself will be our mother.
Those of us who walk on our mother earth, we realize that it is difficult to find ourselves in silence or in contemplation. we have to be in favor of economic and political systems when we do not even understand them. we walk because we feel beaten by what we do not understand, without protection, threatened and flee without a fixed direction, with maps on paper and a blind faith towards new lands, with cultural, physical and spiritual walls.
We learn to climb, create links and plow the soil, where we migrate, but in the end we will only be strangers who walk to distant lands, but what others do not know is that we only walk towards our mother, who knows us and who gives us life day to day. We are the walkers of time and life and one day we will reconquer the lands we call homeland to create peace and heal our mother.
I want to thank all my friends who made this experience of a learning service an experience of internal reflection.
When we are fertilized, our home begins with our mother, a few months later we are born where our new homeland will be. During our childhood, we migrated from one classroom to another, from one city to another, from one place to another, we meet new people and new families. With all these movements we become children of the earth, and the earth itself will be our mother.
Those of us who walk on our mother earth, we realize that it is difficult to find ourselves in silence or in contemplation. we have to be in favor of economic and political systems when we do not even understand them. we walk because we feel beaten by what we do not understand, without protection, threatened and flee without a fixed direction, with maps on paper and a blind faith towards new lands, with cultural, physical and spiritual walls.
We learn to climb, create links and plow the soil, where we migrate, but in the end we will only be strangers who walk to distant lands, but what others do not know is that we only walk towards our mother, who knows us and who gives us life day to day. We are the walkers of time and life and one day we will reconquer the lands we call homeland to create peace and heal our mother.
I want to thank all my friends who made this experience of a learning service an experience of internal reflection.
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