Dear Sacred Puma, swift shadow of the highlands,
I call to you with an open heart,
Beneath the vast sky of Hanan Pacha,
And the towering apus who cradle the breath of the earth.
You, who roam the rugged slopes of Kay Pacha,
With eyes that pierce the dusk,
And a spirit that dances with the wind,
I honor you as my guide, my watcher, my strength.
Grant me your fearless grace,
That I may tread my path with courage,
Light as your paws upon the stone,
Bold as your leap across the mountain’s edge.
Teach me the power of your silence,
The instinct that flows through your veins,
So I may trust the fire within,
And move with purpose through this living world.
Bless me with your vigilant spirit,
That I may guard my steps and those I love,
A sentinel of balance, fierce and free,
In harmony with the heartbeat of Pachamama.
Dear Puma, lord of the peaks and plains,
I offer you my gratitude,
A whisper of thanks, a stone of the earth, a breath of coca,
To weave my voice into the tapestry of the cosmos.
Run with me, noble one,
Through the cycles of sun and shadow,
So I may rise as you do,
Strong, steady, and ever wild.
Sumak kawsay, kawsay pacha.
May I live well, in unity with all that breathes.
