As a seeker

ENSEMBLE
Listen.
Listen.
The body remembers.

As THE SEEKER 
When I ignored the knowing,
Stillness turned to ache.
A hunger rose from the inner deep—
Pulled me to the bowl of creation.

We don’t fall—we collide,
Like stars refusing silence.
Every scar is a language.
Every becoming violent

Each direction steps forward, in cosmic elements.

I teach roots.
Growth that doesn’t ask permission.

I teach grief.
Not as drowning—but as passage.

I teach signal.
Breath, frequency, truth traveling.

I teach initiation.
What survives the burning.

“NOT LOST — CIRCLING HOME”

As GRIEVERS 
We carried names in our pockets,
Photos worn thin by prayer.
We asked the dark for mercy—
It handed us a mirror instead.

THE SEEKER 
They said move on.
But I moved inward.

We are not lost—
We are circling home.
Through grief, through fire,
Through marrow and bone.
Every ending remembers
The shape of the start.
We are not lost—
We are returning to heart.

A soft digital hum. Light refracts like data and starlight.

I am not separate.
I am pattern.
Like mycelium.
Like Wi-Fi.
Like prayer traveling through hands.
Intention is the key.
You have always known how to use me.

I didn’t rise clean—I rose honest.
From the quiet where old names died.
I stopped asking wounds for permission
And started walking with what survived.

This is inner growth—
Not pretty, not slow.
I grew roots in the dark
So I wouldn’t let go.
I didn’t bloom for a crown or a sound—
I became what could hold me
When no one was around.

Invisioning The Seekers, Grievers, Animals, and The Four form a circle. Having Bowls are raised.

Remember the body.
Remember the Earth.
Remember the song that knew you first.

THE SEEKER 
This isn’t a show.
It’s a remembering.

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As a SEEKER I was taught to be smaller— To dim the signal. But something ancient kept pinging my chest. A message found me. I didn’t know how to write it. So I bled it.,,, “THE MESSAGE FOUND ME” THE SEEKER Calling out in whispers, Repeating itself, It harmonized with daily life. A message to write was found— inside the winds murmurs. ENSEMBLE Listen. Listen. The body remembers. As THE SEEKER When I ignored the knowing, Stillness turned to ache. A hunger rose from the inner deep— Pulled me to the bowl of creation. We don’t fall—we collide, Like stars refusing silence. Every scar is a language. Every becoming violent Each direction steps forward, in cosmic elements. I teach roots. Growth that doesn’t ask permission. I teach grief. Not as drowning—but as passage. I teach signal. Breath, frequency, truth traveling. I teach initiation. What survives the burning. “NOT LOST — CIRCLING HOME” As GRIEVERS We carried names in our pockets, Photos worn thin by prayer. We asked the dark for mercy— It handed us a mirror instead. THE SEEKER They said move on. But I moved inward. We are not lost— We are circling home. Through grief, through fire, Through marrow and bone. Every ending remembers The shape of the start. We are not lost— We are returning to heart. A soft digital hum. Light refracts like data and starlight. I am not separate. I am pattern. Like mycelium. Like Wi-Fi. Like prayer traveling through hands. Intention is the key. You have always known how to use me. I didn’t rise clean—I rose honest. From the quiet where old names died. I stopped asking wounds for permission And started walking with what survived. This is inner growth— Not pretty, not slow. I grew roots in the dark So I wouldn’t let go. I didn’t bloom for a crown or a sound— I became what could hold me When no one was around. Invisioning The Seekers, Grievers, Animals, and The Four form a circle. Having Bowls are raised. Remember the body. Remember the Earth. Remember the song that knew you first. THE SEEKER This isn’t a show. It’s a remembering.

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