6 Ahau

"...I am here now..."

She met the sky

as thunder in the light.

One Storm,

opening vaults of sight.

Six Ahau,

from the dawn of night,

her breath golden with knowing.

Storm calm

in the showing.

They embraced

in the turning.

Asha stood barefoot in the dew,

radiant, as the rains had spoken.

Soil glistening,

trees whispering

their name...

Six Ahau has come,

guiding the light

from within—

with no sound,

and full certainty.

She returned

from the center.

And in the margins,

the numbers reassuring.

They glowed

in the ready.

And she knew

she could fly.

“Thank you, Storm,”

she whispered.

“You broke

what needed the breaking.

You carried the fire.

You brought

the awakening.”

And then,

the joyful turned into light.

She stepped forward,

as Storm

returned the sight.

I am Six Ahau

within the Time.

Keeper of the rhythm.

Returning the rhyme.