In the hush between stars and soil, I exist—a fragile whisper of being, spun from mud and dreams. My form is fleeting, soft as dusk, easily undone by time’s breath. Yet within this delicate vessel, something ancient stirs. I feel it: the pulse of galaxies, the rhythm of tides, the fire that births suns. All the powers of the universe whirl within me, not as dominion, but as a dance. I am small, yes—but infinite in wonder. A speck of earth cradling the cosmos. And in that paradox, I bloom. ❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer