This changes now: Ritual for the end of an era

To the ones who took and left

ღ // lighting a candle // scent of incense rising

Right now, I speak not to explain
Not to plead
Not even to call you out
But to call myself back
Call back the energy taken from me by a thousand small betrayals
To end a cycle

꧁ // take a deep breathe, big exhale

You saw my spark
It lifted you
And then you left

Empty promises, sweet words
You’re not aware
You have the capacity for extraction

A strong sense of doing good
Fast-paced life
Warriors of optimisation
Hollow
Still a slave
I see your chains clearly

ღ // raise arms, palms facing up

My vision is not a free consulting session
My discipline, intellect, humour, care
Is sacred energy

And you are not prepared.

To the ones who took and left:
Culture has failed you
What’s been lost is etiquette, social intelligence, conduct
The kind that honours the fullness of human labour and creativity.

You are not the new
You are the old in a different costume
And I am done

╭⊱ // palms together, deep inhale and exhale

I no longer contort myself to fit your frames
I am not here to be harvested.

I am here to cultivate
A new social field
One that is attuned

It belongs to abundance without fear

ꕥ // rub palms together // blow into them

I honour this into the web
With my own hands and breath

ღ꧁ღ╭⊱ꕥ // always with love