It’s based on the “Got Milk” campaign, except it’s Got Land. He’s First Nations (Native) and his people lost all their land.
What you call “lost”, I call stolen. Otherwise, this is rad.
STOLEN
It always cracks me up when white people say “lost land,” as though the indigenous population misplaced it somewhere and can’t find it, as though we’re not all standing atop it right now. Seriously, just be honest and say stolen; every POC out here knows what their culture or people had violently taken from them by your ancestors, saying “lost” speaks to me like it’s our fault, as though you’re not still flaunting it before us with all that white-privilege.
Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
“
| — | Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I (via erosboros) |
Do you know how beautiful You are?
I think not, my dear.
For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.
I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away
To the wonder of sounds
That break into light
From your most common words.
I think not, my dear.
For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.
I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away
To the wonder of sounds
That break into light
From your most common words.
“
| — | Hafiz |
