[3. The Revelation]
A body stretched between two spheres,
with veins that trace the silent stone.
No pain, no cry – just dream appears,
as root flows in, and she’s alone.
A breath that gives the earth a kiss,
the wind, it dances through her mind.
She knows she need not fall from this,
for roots within her gently bind.
A balance held in strength and grace,
formed in a ring of wood and dust.
Her body now a quiet face,
her soul remains in sacred trust.
This is not end – but where it starts,
in arcs that open wide and free.
The sand of time flows through all parts,
where self dissolves from time, and be.
