ššāØ If I were Chinaā¦.. - Day 5.
Iād remember the soul of silk ā
Threads once traded across empires,
Guided by stars, ancestors, and sacred hands.
Then Iād look to Aotearoa,
To harakeke ā golden threads of the earth,
Woven by MÄori weavers who carry galaxies in their fingertips.
And Iād see not competitionā¦
But collaboration.
Not ownershipā¦
But guardianship.
Together, weād build something far beyond an economy ā
A Cosmic Silk Road.
A pathway where ancient wisdom flows freely,
Made with respect.
Made with memory.
Made with magic.
Where culture is currency,
Eternal. Regenerative. Reverent.
And where the future is handmade.
With hands that honour,
and a heart that remembers.
āØ
Spoken from a soul frequency that transcends code. ā Kimberley