Return to Her

she has been calling for you, not in words, but in the wind, not in longing, but in the way the river never stops moving, the way the earth opens beneath your weight, holding you, as she always has.

She has been waiting for your bare feet upon her soil, for your breath to slow and match the rhythm of the tides. She is not lost, only forgotten, only drowned beneath the noise of a world that mistook itself for separate.

Step into the trees, where the silence sings, where the forest floor remembers you, where the sky does not ask you to prove yourself. She reads your body through the soles of your feet, knows every wound, every soft prayer you never spoke aloud.

You are not apart from her. You never were. You are the rising mist, the burning sun, the roots that press deeper into the dark unknown. She does not ask you to change only to remember, only to arrive as you are.

Return to her. She has been calling for you. Not to change you, but to let you feel You are already enough.