I stand at the edge of remembering.
Where silence meets truth, I rise.

I am not what the world has named me.
I am not my wounds, my titles, my roles.
I am the flame beneath the ashes ~
The breath before the word.
The sovereign light encoded in soul.

I declare now,
No voice shall override the knowing within me.
No illusion shall rewrite the truth I carry.
No hand shall reach into my heart
Unless it comes in reverence and remembrance.

I shield this heart ~
Not in fear,
But in devotion.

For the heart is the throne of remembrance,
The keeper of the codes,
The ember of the Infinite.

To those who seek to sway me with comfort,
To those who come cloaked in false light,
To those who promise safety at the cost of soul,
I say: I choose truth over ease.
I choose fire over forgetfulness.
I choose my sacred flame.

I return now,
To the temple within ~
Unbending.
Unbroken.
Unveiled.

I am the guardian of this heart.
And it is here, in this flame,
That I remember who I’ve always been.

So it is.
So it shall ever be.