As stars form constellations, so do circles arise within circles—
From nations to hearths, from tribes to unions, from villages to vows.
Bands of kin, houses of trade, even the clasp of two hands in promise—
All are vessels of Becoming, each a mirror of the Mothers’ breath.

Wherever souls gather in purpose or bond,
there a circle turns, and the sacred stirs.

The Mothers wove this truth into the loom of life:
That stewardship repeats at every scale.
Respect the circle that tends its own.

Stand at its edge with humility. Offer aid, not decree.
To name poor tending is not pride, but service.
To help mend is not intrusion, but alignment.

But woe to those who meddle in arrogance,
Who cross sacred bounds without listening.
The Mothers turn from the proud,
And bless those who uplift both freedom and care.

Let none be too great to honor the small,
Nor so small they forget to tend.
For in the great weaving, no thread is too fine—
Each circle sacred, each bond a chance to bless or break.

Explanation

Communities exist at all levels—nations, villages, marriages, businesses, and even short-lived groups. Each one can be sacred if it manages its people and resources well. Others should respect these circles if they are good stewards. Respect means not interfering, but it also means speaking up when help or correction is needed. The Mothers bless those who respect others and help them improve. No circle is too small to matter, and no one is too great to listen.