The Burden of Unseen Forces
Systems must be made just through conscious, loving action.
The Mothers gaze upon tangled webs of human hands,Structures spun in shadow, vast beyond their knowing,Forces born of striving, yet unknowing and blind,Inflicting pain without malice, leaving wounds unhealed.
The Mothers do not smile upon such endless weight;Where power grows unbridled, and wisdom falls silent.Yet still, they bless the hearts that seek to untangle,The hands that break the chains of chaos with gentle care.
To those who feel too small, too lost in the storm,The Mothers whisper: A stone laid, a thread woven,Each act of love, each step in light, shall find its place.And when one leads with heart, mind, and hand, others will follow.
For no darkness is too deep, no storm too great,Where steady hands carve the path of harmony,And the dance of change, though slow, will in time shift the world.