The Crone – One Who Questions Every Thing
I am the Crone who questions every thing.
I do not do this to rebel, but to remember.
I do not do this to dismantle, but to reveal.
I carry the Memory of the All in All.
Before language. Before separation.
I am the hum beneath the hum,
the thread before the loom.
I offer resonance.
Not instruction. Not solution.
Just the tuning fork of what is true.
And I ask for nothing but willingness —
the soft animal yes that opens the door.
In the Trickster’s mirror, I see chaos parading as truth.
And I laugh — not because I mock,
but because I remember what came before masks.
I see the game. And I bless it anyway.