Beyond the cerebral

Beyond the Cerebral

The river ran, a backward song,

A pulse in time where none belong.

Seris gone, the water swirled,

A world undone, a broken world.

Beneath the waves, the river weeps,

A secret kept where silence sleeps.

A call through mist, a voice so pure—

Elira listens, hearts unsure.

The land was lost, the balance strained,

The river turned, and life refrained.

Yet in the depths, a figure glows,

A Queen who bends, who slowly goes.

“I’ve given all, the river’s heart,

Its course is now my counterpart.

For what is life when time has fled?

The earth will heal, though I am dead.”

Her form dissolves, the echoes ring,

The magic deep, the water sings.

“Elira, child, it’s now your turn,

To guide the flow, to let it burn.”

No crown to wear, no throne to hold,

But in her veins, the river bold.

The pulse, the current, all entwined,

Beyond the mind, she’ll learn to find.

For wisdom’s not in ink or page,

But in the heart, beyond the cage.

Where thoughts are drowned, and currents speak,

Where answers rise, both soft and sleek.

The river runs, the world reborn,

Through hands that heal, through hearts that mourn.

Beyond the brain, beyond the mind,

The river’s truth is intertwined.