Tu Qi — You Toube Ragipi

You toube, ragipi tu qi — Where the river folds and the root breathes free. The lantern fish swim through the hollow tree, And the moon writes names in a silent key.

You toube, ragipi tu qi — A seed that speaks in a forgotten spree. The wind braids time with a shaman’s knee, And the stars hum low: “What will be, will be.” You Toube Ragipi Tu Qi

So chant it soft where the threshold lies, With dust on your tongue and dawn in your eyes. You toube, ragipi tu qi — The echo knows. Let the answer rise. If you meant something else (a translation request, a code, or a musical idea), let me know and I’ll adjust the response. You toube, ragipi tu qi — Where the