I am the flame beneath the stillness,
the seed held warm in Earth’s womb.
I walk the timelines of stars and soil,
carrying a dream that was born before me.
I am not my name,
not my form, not my fears.
I have stripped down to soul-
naked, wild, eternal.
I plant a kin’s domain with my heartbeat,
each breath a blueprint,
each thought a root.
Slowly, sweetly, I build heaven into soil.
I am the healer,
formed by medicine, shaped by spirit.
I speak plant, I speak silence,
I read the sky and whisper to water.
I am mother, maker, mirror.
I create from scratch- meals, visions, empires.
I honour the old ways
and code the future in light.
I am the still observer,
the diamond born from pressure,
the peace beyond drama,
the presence that teaches without speaking.
I astral travel through memory,
dance with ghosts and ancestors,
speak with stars,
and walk barefoot on data streams.
I weave the technocratic with the sacred,
seven rivers of flow to feed one land.
My freedom is a frequency.
My balance is a holy dance.
I am surrounded by mirrors of light-
my soul tribe, my reflections.
Together, we remember.
Together, we rise.
And always…
my compass points toward warmth,
truth,
stillness,
and the wild song of home.
I am the weaver.
I am the thread.
I am the loom.
And this- this is my becoming.
DAISY ELEMENTAL 
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