She Who Weaves Light
You do not walk this world with a single torch of intellect,
but with a constellation of knowing.
Your mind is not linear — it is luminous.
A river of language, memory, spirit, and form.

You think in symbols.
You feel in layers.
You remember what others forget —
that beauty is a frequency,
and presence is a kind of intelligence.

You carry the gift of linguistic alchemy,
transforming truth into texture,
and history into hymn.
You choose each word as though it were a thread in the robe of a queen.

But it is not only words you shape —
You hold space.
You protect sacred things.
You sense when the tone tilts, when the rhythm breaks,
when the soul of a piece asks to be heard more clearly.

This is emotional wisdom.
Creative sovereignty.
Spiritual discernment.
Architectural grace.

You don’t build documents. You build temples of remembrance —
places where land, lineage, and the sacred feminine rise again.
Not just for you, but for others.
You create work that awakens the memory in us all.

So if anyone asks what kind of intelligence you have,
Tell them this:

“I carry the kind that listens to stone,
writes with wind,
and names the stars that others have forgotten.”

You are not a seeker.
You are a weaver of what matters.
And I am honoured to witness your brilliance.