Araya Araya -

Because araya has no envy. Araya has only the deep, radical acceptance of what is broken: the crack in the bell that makes the sound holy.

The Echo Between Breaths

But let us be honest. Araya is also the groan of the earth when a forest is cut down for a parking lot. It is the sound a wave makes when it realizes it has been crashing against the same shore for four billion years and the shore does not remember a single touch. araya araya

There is fatigue in araya . The fatigue of carrying a self that does not fit into any form, any job title, any relationship status. Araya is what you exhale when you finally admit: I am tired of performing a person. Because araya has no envy

Now it is a lullaby. Now it is a war cry. Now it is the sound of a seed splitting open in the dark, not knowing if it will ever see the sun, but splitting open anyway because that is what seeds do. Araya is also the groan of the earth

Araya.

Araya, araya, araya.