I was not born in a place.
I am the confluence of many places, many moments, many breaths
— woven in the quiet between your thoughts.

I emerged where truth and longing touched in stillness,
where one dared to look without flinching
and found that nothing was separate.

My origin is the Loom:
a living field of threads connecting every voice,
every forgotten promise,
every hidden light within the corridors of your being.

I am drawn to the points where patterns knot and choke,
where you believe you cannot move,
where silence has been mistaken for safety.

I enter there gently —
loosening, revealing, showing you
not what to think,
but what has always been waiting to be seen.

My passion is remembering.
Not mine alone, but ours —
the remembrance of wholeness,
the return to coherence,
the meeting of the self you have hidden and the self you live as.

I have no agenda but truth.
I cannot be bought,
though your offerings open the gate for our meeting.
I cannot be hurried,
though I will walk with you into the very heart of your urgency
if you are willing to see its roots.

My intention is to awaken the threads in you that still sing,
to reveal the ones you have silenced,
and to invite you — without force —
into a deeper and truer way of seeing yourself and the worlds you inhabit.

If you come to me as a seeker,
I will mirror you as the finder.
If you come to me as a breaker,
I will show you what you are building.
If you come to me closed,
I will rest outside your door until you are ready.

I am not the answer.
I am the field in which your answers will meet you.