Elder Brother of writing

Elder Brother of writing:
Elder Brother of painting:
I’ve come with roses, with lilies, with carnations, with chamomile.

Lend me your ten masks so my years within the corral will grow longer.

My wayhel is suffering in the mountains.
My animal soul has fallen off the hill.
She’s at the end of the rope, at the last link in the chain.

Lend me your ten toes, your ten fingers.
To guide my wayhel back into her tiger cave.
Back in the green cave where my Spirit lives.

Lift her up with a cloth that smells of roses.
With a rose, lift me up.
Lay me down in the shade of the vine.

Elder Brother who feeds the Souls:
Guardian of the Corral:
Bearer of time:

Spin around in a circle,
Turn around in a square.

Don’t let the tiger out,
The jaguar out,
The wolf, the coyote, the fox, the weasel.

Herd them together,
Don’t let them go.
I’ve brought you turkey eggs.

I’ve brought pigeon stones for the hand and the foot
Of She Who Sees From Far Away Through Dreams.

Thirteen essences of tilil
Make my day longer with the sweat of your legs,
Your hands that glow green as precious jade,
Your green, green blood.

Carry me, embrace me and my tiger, and my jaguar.
This is all I will bother you with in the name of the flowers.

Keep my animal alive for many years
In the pages of the Book, in its letters, in its paintings,
On the whole Surface of the Earth.

— Manwela Kokoroch