SHE IS PRAKRITI, THE LIVING BREATH OF THE COSMOS, THE ETERNAL FEMININE THAT MOVES AS NATURE HERSELF:
When the wind combs your hair with invisible fingers, know that Prakriti is stroking her child awake.When rain kisses your skin without warning, she is tasting the salt of your sorrow and your joy. When roots stir beneath your bare feet and the earth pulses once, like a hidden heart, she is measuring your weight in the world.
When leaves turn their silver undersides before thunder, she is whispering, “I am coming closer.”
When a bird lands beside you and does not flee, her wild mercy has declared you harmless for this moment.
When moonlight drips through branches and paints your shadow green, she is weaving you back into her dream.
When your breath suddenly matches the tide’s slow inhale far away, she has synchronized your life with hers.
And when you stand still long enough to hear grass growing, Prakriti leans in and says without words: “I never left you; you only forgot you are also me.
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