Seven Fires of the Feminine - Chapter VII - The Remembering

By Parijat Pathak

It began with forgetting

and ends with knowing—

not of the mind,

but of the marrow.

I have met every version of myself:

the silent, the burning, the broken, the whole.

Each one was holy.

Each one was her.

There is no more separation

between prayer and pulse,

between earth and eternal.

The goddess no longer descends—

she simply awakens

where I stand.

I am every myth retold,

every dawn rekindled.

I am not the storm,

nor the calm after—

I am the sky that held them both.

And when I breathe now,

it is not to summon light.

It is to remember

I have always been made of it.

She returns as flame—

not to burn, but to become.

Light wears her name now.

By Parijat Pathak