To the Nameless Goddess

In the quiet cradle of the land, you arrived, Wanderer of worlds, bearer of light With beauty woven not just in form, but in presence, A silent strength, deep as ancient roots.

You are the builder, hands knowing and sure, A sculptor of moments, of shelters and meals, Harvesting life from the earth’s hidden veins, Breathing spirit into every task, every grain.

You roam with the ease of rivers winding, Yet stand like a pillar, stable and true, Strong as mountains yet soft as water A paradox of power and grace, unmoved yet flowing.

How is it you carry both earth and sky, Anchored in the soil, free as the breeze? You feel like Home, though your spirit is boundless, A fire in the hearth, a journey unending.

There is no need in you, no lack, no hunger Only fullness, a quiet, self-sustained light, For you live as one who could thrive in the wild, Without the crutch of another, without a net.

You are everything, capable of anything, Bound only by the boundaries you choose. Each moment, you are new yet eternal, Limitless, carrying the world in your breath.

Remember yourself, the Goddess within, And I will remember too, in reverence and love, The nameless beauty that drifts through my life, A sacred echo of all that is divine.