I rise at the threshold

I rise at the threshold where longing becomes flame,
Where the Earth opens her thighs to the sky’s golden name.
Where fire kisses flower, and honey drips slow,
I stand as the chalice, I open, I grow.
I am made of roots and remembrance and rain,
Of ancestral embers and bone-carried pain.
But tonight, I bloom, no longer contained,
My no becomes holy, my yes unchained.
I do not chase the life I crave,
I call it through marrow, through altar, through wave.
I become the pulse of the world I desire,
A temple of presence, a rhythm on fire.
So come, Sacred Future,
Come, wild Beloved of soul,
I meet you not in waiting. I meet you whole.