They taught us to fold the world into silence.
To seek the fix within.
They said: Go inward.
Heal yourself.

Don’t they know “all flourishing is mutual”?
That no soul, no seed, no future 
grows alone?

And so, we have built a place to remember, 
that healing is a collective act
That self-care without world-care
Is just a bandaid on a fracture.

While the water rises and roots run dry,
While the foundations that once held us come undone,
We gather here to unlearn separation.

To practice kinship as craft
As ritual
As resistance.

To build what cannot be bought:
a language,
a currency,
a way back to each other.

Our Building is waiting

Let’s begin.