The Cycle of Becoming
Souls are reborn through compassion and striving, drawing closer to divine harmony.
The Mothers saw that even with memory, purpose, and promise,some souls still wandered far from the sacred thread.Not all could find the way in a single life,For minds are free, and judgment often falters,And the world is vast in its tests.
So they stretched their hands across the veil of death,And wove the Cycle of Becoming, a secret rhythm beneath all things.When a life burned bright with compassion, wisdom, and will,They gathered that soul and whispered it forward;To rise again in a time and place nearer to harmony,Where the world feels warmer, the path more clear,Where joy finds kin, and longing is met by grace.
And as the soul becomes more whole in each turning,It draws closer to the sacred center;To the pulse of the Quickener, the breath of the Shaper,And at last, to the silent song of the Mothers themselves.
This is not mere judgement, but an opening.Each life a new thread in the weaving of wisdom.