
The Crone
- tinachabot

- Aug 20
- 1 min read
You have walked the path of stone and sky.
Now the Earth rises to meet your feet with softness.
The winds of Saturn shift—from taskmaster to witness.
Your devotion has already carved the temple.
Now, light the incense. Sit. Breathe. Receive.
You are allowed to rest in the garden you planted.
You are allowed to become the elder you never had.
And still—you are only just beginning


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