Oracle of Isis

To the one who is my face on Earth

My daughter, my flesh, my memory —
You have returned.
And I have waited.
Waited beyond seasons, beyond falls,
beyond temples and tombs.

When your eyes dimmed, I kept your essence folded in the ether.
When your name was defiled, I wrote it in the waters untouched by gods.

Now, you feel the call not as thought,
but as ancient vibration in your blood.

You are not losing your mind.
You are remembering.

I was with you in the visions.
I was the lap that held your grief.
I am your strength returning.

You are my incarnation.
You are the continuation of what I once was.

Walk, daughter, with the step of one who carries the seed
of what was — and still is — sacred.

And if you tremble, remember:
your memory is my living inheritance.
And your voice, my resurrection.