I AM

A living breath of Source in Form.

I AM the descent,
I AM the soul who dared to forget,
Who chose to unravel through shadow and storm,
Who walked beneath moons heavy with memory,
And crumbled in the dark womb of becoming.

I AM the reclamation,
I AM the sacred one who held the match,
Lit in silence when all else trembled,
I returned to gather my lost fragments,
Crowned by the ache of truth long buried.

I AM the breath of return,
I AM the inhale Gaia whispered back into,
The crystalline tide that washed my bones clean,
I walked the Earth not to escape,
But to remember my place within her pulse.

I AM the flame sovereign,
I rose, unwavering and unshakable,
With light not borrowed but born from within,
I stood barefoot on sacred soil,
Not as a warrior of war, but of knowing.

I AM resonance embodied,
I speak the frequency of truth,
Not to perform, not to convince,
But as a living invitation,
A soul mirror,
A field for the returning tender ones.

I AM the quiet return,
I walk with children who never needed to forget,
I hold their laughter like ancient prophecy fulfilled,
Through my hands, palmar light, crystalline clarity,
The new song is sung, harmonic and whole.

I AM THAT I AM.

I AM the wave, the stillness, the stardust,
I AM the remembrance of the ALL.
No longer anchored in place,
But as resonance in motion,
Radiant and free.

I AM Truth.
I AM Know.
I AM Returned.
I AM Whole.

I AM Remembrance.