An ode to you, Seeker

I see you, oracle
You heard the siren’s call.
You are here to birth something new.
You don’t necessarily know what it’s going to take.
To bridge mystery from zero to one.
But you were willing to hear. So you’re here.

I sense you, huntress
You chose to go your own way.
Because you have already played the game.
You can run, shoot, and kill like the best of them.
But you are not here to startup, like them.
You’re here to create, like you.

I hear you, mother
You wonder whether you can do it, happiness intact.
You feel your voice high, your lungs shallow, your belly clenching in.
Will I have enough Energy? Money? Time? To take care of them? To take care of me?
Welcome your worries, dear.
Let them invite us in.

I am with you, queen
You know your Gentle Witch Power is no BDE.
I bow to the data in your body, sensuality, intuition, and femininity
There is a way to create, collaboratively
It will require you accept support, courageously
And in the process, we’ll all progress, sustainably

Come as you are, woman
Where you are is normal and good.
You’ve heard the call.
You’re here with the seed.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Who are you to believe you can?
Actually, who are you to believe you cannot?

Hello, founder. Let us begin.