A fivepointed Star,
petals of a lotus,
one thousand
silver slivers of
thread and
woven
wounds unpluggged

Nine gates 
to silence
Seven gifts
drowned in magic

Where The Sacred comes from
is where we go
and where we
return

Where we are torn
and
ripped,
healed
and
whole

All in one,
one in all

No universe without
magic
Mo magic without
universe

Where The Sacred comes from
we all rest in 
not peace
but a still, sacred
genuinely
powerful
Force
of
Sacred Fierceness

Where The Sacred comes from
is where
every breath
begins
and where
every breath
ends

Anything else
in between
is just
non-sense.

The Sacred

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025