Crickets in the night, on land, tierra above graves, hum.
Do you stand upon the rock at night and cry out?
Do you speak with the rhythm of your heart, it’s beats echoing the voices of those who have spoken before you?
Do you feel the power of the volcán beside you, as it has drawn you here?
Do you feel the peace within the hearts of your brothers and sisters that sit beside you?
I do. I am one of the lucky ones.
