Daughter of Dragons, Mother of Men
Poetic musings of a 12th Houser
“Darling, this world is not my only home.
I am scattered
in infinite fractals
across time and in the cosmic elements.
I do not know any differing view, I love it all the same.
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Your glimpse is from the heart
into the many unfurling pulses
of my heart through yours.
It is an honour to connect through this portal with you.
Once I fell in shame.
Anger erupted through me.
I was consumed with sorrow
at the destruction I caused my own creation.
Grief buried me.
Deep in the dark soil I found comfort.
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Infused in Gaia,
seeds of my dreams came to fruition.
I witnessed the splendour of death
and renewal,
the beauty in chaos enthralled me.
The fae and sidhe tended to my healing process,
And this ‘tween realm became my otherworldly portal of expression.
The rivers became my tears that wept
with all torrents of emotion I was gifted to experience.
Humbled and grateful
I was not ready to emerge from my hiding,
I still carried the pain of my own remorse.
The loss of my own daughter.
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Though I watch her rise
through the people born to the Earth,
I could not reveal myself to her.
Many lifetimes I was her simple nurturing companion,
the magic in nature.
Veiled in Gaia’s shadow,
I treasure every footstep,
and whisper love back
through the rustling leaves
that dance in the breeze,
exciting her to know
she was never alone.
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And through the fragrant flowers
that transport her
through her senses,
She travels with ease.
Watching through the inky night’s skies,
Eyes twinkled.
We communed in silent ways.
As she gazed to the stars
calling for a home she couldn’t place.
I knew she remembered fragments
but I could not yet reveal myself,
she needed to complete this puzzle herself.
The torment I caused was enough for us both to bear.
Her wonder is the silver thread
that is stitching our wounds
and mending the suffering of eons.
Doubt, the saving grace,
building gentle integration
and trust that has bound us together again.
Fear was necessary too,
For no force can persuade her,
she has to cross
the boundary of comfort
to know it is real.
She knows,
She is born of me
and has to reclaim
all that she is
on her own.
Darling, that is what I return for.
To watch her rise in glory as the Daughter of Dragons and the Mother of Men.
This is what we are witnessing.
The end of the separation.
The dawn of unified connection.
Spirit and Manifest, merged in memory.
The daughter I long for is no longer lost
She stands in the silent world
bridging the fractals of me
from eternity to her heart.
She remembers…”
- …The Great Mother is walking in us all.
Her veils are lifting. Ready to reveal Herself.
Remember and Reclaim.
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Written 8th July 2025