Seven Fires of the Feminine - Chapter VI - She Who Stays

By Parijat Pathak

Once, I mistook motion for becoming.

I thought to be powerful

was to rise, to roar, to break.

But now I know—

the truest fire does not chase; it abides.

I have become the pause

between inhale and exhale,

the silence between lightning and thunder.

Nothing to prove, nothing to perform.

Just presence— vast and unbending.

The world still trembles,

still names my calm as arrogance,

my solitude as sorrow.

Let them.

Stillness was always misunderstood

by those addicted to noise.

Now I walk through storms

and feel the rain bow.

I sit in rooms and the air steadies.

The divine no longer visits me—

it lives here, quietly,

under my skin.

Flame learns not to move,

power hums beneath still breath—

eternity rests.

By Parijat Pathak