The Story of the Flowing One, Quietly Untamed
A handful of droplets
shimmering reflections of the little journeys
taken back home
back to her heart
light of tears and
fears at dawns woken up by rays of
love
emotional struggles in between
kitchen – lounge steps
still in the dreams of her becoming
free
of dew under eyelashes
honouring the little pearl moments
that are true and flowing
this is her self
strong and weak
And in her softness, she remembers that Water was never meant to hold its shape. She is the one who learns by moving, by spilling, by returning, by rising again in forms she has not yet imagined.
She is the Flowing One — the second face of the Goddess within, the pulse that follows the root, the emotion that follows the memory, the tide that follows the moon.
She teaches that becoming is not a straight line but a tide that pulls us inward before it carries us forward. That strength can be quiet, and truth can be liquid, and healing can come in droplets before it comes in waves.
She is Water — the one who softens what Earth has held, the one who loosens what has been buried, the one who reminds her that feeling is not a weakness but a way home.
In her flow, she remembers that becoming is not a destination but a rhythm — a returning, a softening, a dissolving of what no longer fits. Water teaches her to trust the movement within, to honour the tides of her own heart, to let herself be reshaped without losing her depth. She is the Flowing One, quietly untamed, carrying her truth like a river carries light. And in her movement, the circle of the Goddess turns once more, guiding her toward the woman she is becoming.