I stand here by the law of one,

By the breath that made the sun.

By my spirit, old and whole,

This sovereign right is mine to hold.

I call my essence back to me,

As the tide moves through the sea.

Each returning thread is worn.

In my chest it takes its form.

I am keeper of the door.

Hands that give may cross the floor.

What I give, I give by choice,

In the choosing is my voice.

I hold my body as my shrine.

Joy the compass, the needle mine.

I take my time. In rest I ground.

When I awake, I rise up crowned.

Through creation, thread and seam,

Divine intention finds its stream.

I am the returning flame,

For those who dare to speak my name.