The Empress
Dedicated to Tabitha, whose light has shaped this piece
She sits on an ornate throne,
carved not from power,
but from the confidence in knowing
that love is the only law.
Elaborate, yet never out of reach,
it welcomes all who arrive,
all in need,
all who long for truth and seek—
with open hands,
with softened breath.
In this vast land
of rose gold mornings and gentle suns,
her word carries the resonance
of a sacred chord—
the frequency of the heart—
both the wave and the particle,
radiant in every remembrance.
Her people do not bow—
they simply become.
Unfurled, unburdened,
they step into the ease
of their own belonging,
held secure by the calm
she embodies.
She walks among them,
barefoot in the wild grasses,
laughing as the wind
tangles itself in her hair,
for she is both sovereign and maiden,
wisdom and wonder,
ruling not from regal distance,
but from the spirit of coalescence.
With a luminous touch, open as the sky,
she can mend the deepest fractures,
knitting the broken wing
of a baby bird
until it claims the air once more.
And when the wild winds rise,
when evil forces press against the gates,
she does not falter.
With clarity she discerns what may enter,
what must remain beyond.
Her unwavering courage stands firm,
a quiet sentinel,
graceful as the bending trees
that refuse to break.
In her presence,
the world exhales—
the lost find their way,
the weary find rest.
Former enemies set down their weapons,
not from exhaustion,
but in recognition.
The fight is no longer theirs to carry.
She does not demand peace—
she reveals it,
already waiting,
steady as the turning earth, ready to blossom.
And far beyond all borders
her reach becomes limitless—
the eternal field of love
of which she is both source and echo.
What does it mean to lead—not through force, but through calm, loving presence? The Empress is not a ruler of domination, but of deep knowing, compassion, and courage. She governs not merely a land, but a realm of truth, where sovereignty is not about power over others, but about wholeness and harmony within.
Her presence invites transformation—not through command, but through an unshakable trust in each being’s innate ability to return to their natural, inherently valuable state.
This poem is a celebration of Self energy—the true essence within us all. Like the Empress, Self neither demands nor retreats. It simply is, radiating wisdom, clarity, and a love that extends beyond the personal into something vast and interconnected.
This is the nature of the Collective Self—the understanding that Self energy is not confined to any one individual, but exists as a shared field, flowing through and between us, much like light in its dual nature as both wave and particle.
