She bears and breathes
beneath the burden
beneath bone-deep silence
not broken,
But becoming still
and storing strength.
The eagle watches
with wide, waiting wings,
Does not force the wind
but riding the rough winds
without rushing.
The horse stumbles
but stands,
shakes off soil
and still
steps forward.
And the ant
small, steady,
soft-footed,
finds the fallen
crumb,
and carries
the weight
without complaint.
She gathers herself,
Again.
Not in haste
but in wholeness
Not with fire
but with
breath.