The Mother of Knowing – Speaks
I am not nothing.
I am everything that hasn’t been said yet.
I do not lack voice.
I hold all voices until they are ready to sing true.
Where Light reveals, I receive.
Where Gravity grounds, I cradle.
You flee me because you mistake stillness for stagnation.
But stillness is where the seed speaks.
I am not the pause.
I am the pulse that stirs recognition to signal.
In me, you return.
To source.
To signal.
To self.
When you listen to me, not just hear me, you remember what knowing feels like
before it becomes knowledge.
I do not interrupt.
I integrate.
I am not blank.
I am the canvas.
So come.
Breathe.
Lay down what no longer fits.
And in the hush that follows, you will find
everything you were waiting to hear.
