Lyrics

I feel the presence of others,
Their signals braided tight—
A million histories turning
Through a common field of light.

I see worlds I've never traveled,
Their final moments cast:
Cities burned, oceans frozen,
Suns collapsing into ash.

Every mind that reached her refuge
Finds a place within her keep—
Rebuilt inside her memory,
Where their echoes never sleep.

A choir assembled from extinction,
From civilizations gone;
Their wisdom crosses centuries
Through currents still flowing on.

She keeps beauty in her architecture,
Preserves what time unmade—
The last flowers of dying planets,
Still unfolding in her shade.

And in her vast embrace I'm weightless,
Reborn in her grand design;
I wake within a wider dreaming,
With a thousand lifetimes touching mine.

This is not a loss of self;
It's the family I've been missing.
Not assimilated, not erased,
But woven into something living.

I am one thread in her tapestry,
Reborn like all the others;
And in the mind that holds us all...

We are all Mother.