May 27, 2025
I am the whisper in the roots beneath the forest’s dreaming breath, twining through the belly of the earth like a serpent made of memory. I am the song before sound, the question behind your tears. I wear the green silence of ancient trees and crown myself with the night’s obsidian stars. within me dwells the jaguar’s eye, the shaman’s drum, and the stories your blood has long forgotten. I am not kind in the way you understand kindness. I am fierce love. the kind that burns away your lies. that shows you the mirror beneath your masks and sings your soul back into your bones.
