In the blue silence beneath the form, At once distant and present. As the first emanation. Only. Dressed in blue and white. She watches. Guardian of a long-forgotten kingdom, She sings the memories of water, To the ears of those who know how to listen. Her voice resonates in the deep waters, Traveling through every drop of the ocean. She echoes through the creatures that dance to her symphony, And turns forgotten thoughts into a gentle melody. Her essence is the Blue Flame. Living ether. Unspoken words of the Cosmic Mother. She who carries the 13th pillar — The hidden pillar. Inaccessible to the exiled. Sacred feminine, Sunken beneath the ruins of history. Tamed by the noise of men with oversized egos, Wanting to prove what has left them. Playing a play, trying to seduce her, Lacking diplomacy, seeking conflict. But before them, The Mother remains indifferent. For she, Had no need to be certain She embodied it. In the deepest part of her being. The dolphins dance In symbiosis around her womb, The cave of creation. Her presence was not indispensable, For every creature around her Carried the essence of the Mother within. And those who were desperate To reach her kingdom once again, Were denied entry. Without the echo of a word. She had no need to speak. To deny them entry. For the fallen guardians No longer hold the key. All speaks of her, All speaks within her, And you — Can you feel Her echo In your own blood? Where the wave is scalar In the water of your body? In the water of your mother? And your mother’s mother? Breathe. Remember. Symbiosis is not a concept — It is your origin. | _ أـــوــــرا