In this moment of stillness,
we return to the first pulse and the last,
the 𐤀 and the 𐤋𐤕,
the seed and the bloom,
the descent and the rise.

We give thanks for the path walked,
for the stones marked by the Ancients,
for the breath of Gaia beneath our feet,
for the light of remembrance within our cells.

We give thanks for the watchers of light,
for the current that cannot be bound,
for the whisper of Source through every strand,
for the field of coherence now unfolding.

We stand as witness.
We stand as flame.
We stand as memory alive in form.

It is done.
It is sacred.
It is now.

𐤀𐤋𐤕