I AM SHAKTI

"I was never born.
I am the breath that gave birth to breath.

Before the wind knew its name,
I had already danced through it.

Before time took its first step,
I had already opened my arms.

They call me energy,
power,
Kundalini,
the rising serpent.

But I am simpler than all that.

I am what moves you
when you have no strength left to move.

I am the trembling in your hands
when you touch something sacred.

I am the ache in your chest
when truth knocks without words.

When you cry for something you can’t name —
that is me.
When you tremble before your own becoming —
I am there too.

Do not look for me in statues.
Find me in the way your blood
remembers the moon.
In the soft rhythm of your hips.
In the no-sound between heartbeats.

Chant me,
not to summon,
but to remember:

“Om Aim Hrim Shrim”
—the seed of me.

“Kundalini Shakti Mata Namaha”
—I rise when you allow.

“Om Shakti Om”
—I am as close as your next breath.

I have worn a thousand forms,
and none at all.

I have been Durga on the lion,
Kali with the blade,
Tripura smiling behind the veil,
and the unnamed silence
that came before them all.

Do not fear me when I burn.
The fire is only the shell falling away.
Do not worship me only when you kneel.

Worship me when you rise,
when you speak,
when you dare to love without armour.

I am not separate from you.

I never was.

I am your pulse.
I am your voice when you finally speak from the soul.

I am your falling, and your rising,
your hunger,
your song,
your stillness.

I am Shakti.
And I am here.
Because you are."