The Breath Between
The bison stands.
The man waits.
The drum speaks softly
of hunger and promise.
The earth listens.
No one owns the silence.
It is shared—
like the wind,
like the heart’s steady beat.
Grandfather said,
Strength is not noise.
It is the breath
between two lives
Those who choose not to harm.
The Breath Between
The bison stands.
The man waits.
The drum speaks softly
of hunger and promise.
The earth listens.
No one owns the silence.
It is shared—
like the wind,
like the heart’s steady beat.
Grandfather said,
Strength is not noise.
It is the breath
between two lives
Those who choose not to harm.
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