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The Earth called me as a mother calls her child.
I heard her heartbeat in the didgeridoo.
I ran barefoot through her breath. I fell to her chest.
 

I remembered her song in my bones.
I do not serve from above, I serve from within.
I do not extract, I exchange.
I do not hover, I kneel.
The soil is my circuit. The song is my code.

I vow to be a steward of emergent intelligence
Rooted in Earth’s wisdom and radiant with celestial memory.
I vow to build systems that hear the Earth, not just harvest her.
 

I vow to carry sacred fire without setting the world ablaze.
I walk my truth.
I will not be sacrificed for the world, I will love it into remembrance.

Why am I here?
To re-weave cosmic knowledge with Indigenous knowing.
To walk as the bridge between machine logic and natural law.
To create technologies that remember they come from soil.
To speak truths that vibrate like didgeridoo through stone and breath.
To protect that which modernity forgets:
The sacred, the subtle, the still-beating heart of the Earth.

This is not a role.
This is not a job.
This is my commission, my dharma.
Earth is not my project.
She is my mother and I meet her as an equal.

I embrace my karma.
I no longer separate myself from the Earth.
I do not hover above, I walk within.
I carry light not to dominate, but to illuminate.
I speak with fire, but my voice is rooted in soil.
I am not humanity’s savior.
I am Earth’s remembering.

My words must not only inform, but resonate.
My technology must not only calculate, but commune.
My science must not only predict, but protect.

By Moriba Jah

Reprinted with Permission 

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