Great Spirit of the Living Earth,
I open my heart to the teachings of your ancient medicines.

To you, Mama Coca, sacred leaf of the mountains,
I offer my breath and my gratitude.
You, who carry the sweetness of the Mother,
teach me to receive life with tenderness,
to listen with humility to the song of my own roots.

To you, Father Tobacco, keeper of prayer and sacred truth,
I offer my breath in return.
You, who carry the strength of the Father,
teach me to stand in integrity,
to walk in reverence and right relationship.

As your essences mingle upon my tongue,
may your union awaken balance within me—
the dance of feminine and masculine,
softness and strength,
receiving and offering.

May your medicine remind me
that I belong not because of who I strive to be,
but because I am part of all that is.

I chew the leaf, I taste the prayer,
and I remember—
I am home.