The ground remembers every step Before the name Before the breath We do not call We do not ask We listen first And then we stand Stone to bone Bone to fire We circle where the sparks expire No crown, no blade, no borrowed skin Only what the earth lets in Who walks without a shadow? Those who carry none Who speaks without a tongue? Those who listen long We mark the soil with open hands Not to take But to understand Every echo knows our name Every flame repeats the same When the earth listens We speak in time Not in words But in aligned Hearts that beat With dust and flame We are the call We are the name If the ground does not reply We do not force We do not cry We wait We breathe We feel the sign The silence moves Before the sound When the earth listens We do not flee We stand within What’s meant to be No past, no throne No borrowed flame Only the rhythm Only the flame The fire rests The ground is warm The circle fades But not the form
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