Through the Veil

Fate.

Providence.

The veil between what I know

and what I cannot.

The veil is not an enemy.

It waits.

It protects.

It softens our sight

until love grows strong enough

to see through both eyes.

Transmute.

Transform.

Transcend.

I reside on both sides of the veil.

Here with you.

And there with what I cannot name.

When rivers are dammed, families become fractured.

When the earth is cut, hearts are sliced with open wounds.

All of us carry these scars.

Mother Gaia

vast, relentless, holding.

Ready to receive and to embrace.

I see her dancing.

Rhythmic, fierce, precise.

Each step a language.

Each turn a number.

As if math itself was born from her hips.

Her storms cleanse.

Her rains feed.

Her ground makes room

for grief too heavy to carry alone.

Her mercies remain.

Water on the tongue.

Light shining through the windows.

Echoes of laughter

that lingers even if only a memory.

These are stitches.

This is how we mend.

This is how we remember.

And still she waits.

Patient as the soil.

Certain as the tide.

How long will we resist her embrace?

How long until we lay down our weapons

and remember the truth?

There is no leaving her.

There is only the return.

All paths lead to the Mother.

All hearts beat to her song.