the one who burns – deeper waters

This poem-portal is woven in connection with the inner fire that asks to burn clear. It is an attunement to the transformative energy of fire and the clarity born through flame. A fierce, holy undoing. It invites you to release the heavy stones you've carried through lifetimes, ancestral lines, and old selves. 

Your core fire knows exactly what it came to transform.

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deeper waters

This door deepens the experience with subtle sensorial codes and ritual opportunities. 

deeper waters includes:

• the poem - a generative transmission that subtly activates at the pace of your own inner wisdom.
• sensorial codes - visual & textural elements that speak directly to your senses
• ritual whispers - simple ritual acts to guide your journey inward.
• dream seeds - curiosities to offer your subconscious before sleep.
• plant wisdom - gentle pulses of plant guidance

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Poems as Portals

...is oracular poetry. Each portal is an energetic invitation to embody a way of being that is already present within your soul’s memory. These are invitations to remember a wholeness you already carry, crafted from attunement, listened into being. 

Why a Poem?

This is not "just" a poem. This work was intentionally woven as an energetic doorway. A return to an ancient language within you, that speaks not only to your curious mind, but to your waters 〰️ your intuition, your dreaming body, your deeper knowing. 

The most frequent questions I hear are around connecting to our intuition, generally something like "well, how do I tune in? how do I journey within? how do I listen? how do I surrender?" The feminine does not awaken through steps and instructions. She opens through symbol, texture, breath, and subtle memory. 

These poems are written in that native tongue. They do not lead you down a single path, they plant seeds of remembrance, each one blooming uniquely within you, according to the wisdom of your own soul, your own waters, your own inner rhythm.

Our ancient grandmothers weren't following linear rules to spiral within.

If you find yourself drawn here, it’s not by accident. Your waters already recognize the language.