my hands are my ancestors 

carrying the wisdom of generations past 

channeling stories of place

mysteries of the unseen into material form

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they move like water

nourishing what they touch

cultivating life and care 

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they commune with the wind

playing melodies into the breeze

whispered into the expansiveness of all that is 

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they bring fire into being

alchemizing flames

transmitting warmth 

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they spread seeds, germinate new life

harvest bounties and share the abundance of the earth