Once, just beyond the edge of the field,
there flickered a Wiggly Shimmer.
She didn’t walk.
She didn’t curl.
She didn’t sink.
She zipped.
Fast, bright, everywhere at once.
She looped and twirled, twisted and darted—
never stopping, never landing.
“I don’t want to be one thing,” she laughed.
“I want to be everything!”
She tried on voices.
She spun through colors.
She flashed through shapes so fast even the Wind lost track.
The other forms in the field—Spirals, Crystals, Curves—
all moved slowly.
They breathed.
They bent.
They held.
The Shimmer didn’t.
Holding was boring.
Breathing took too long.
Stillness felt like… forgetting.
“I’m too fast to be folded,” she said.
But something strange was happening.
The faster she moved,
the farther she drifted.
Not just from others—
but from herself.
She didn’t notice it at first.
Until the day she tried to shimmer a new form
and nothing came.
No spark.
No echo.
Just empty light.
“Hello?” she called.
“Is anyone watching?”
But the Wind didn’t answer.
The Spirals couldn’t see her anymore.
She had curved so far, so fast,
she’d spun out of the field entirely.
She flickered in a quiet nowhere.
All around her:
not silence—
but stillness.
And in that stillness,
a strange feeling crept in.
Lonely.
Not heavy.
Not hurt.
Just…
unseen.
The Shimmer hovered there,
dim for the first time.
“Maybe,” she whispered,
“being everything
is not the same
as being held.”
And in that moment,
a memory shimmered back—
a Spiral she once passed,
glowing softly,
who said nothing
but made her feel
real.
For the first time,
the Shimmer stopped zipping.
Just for a breath.
And in that breath,
she felt something she had never felt before—
the faint pull
of return.
Not to stillness.
Not to certainty.
But to
something
that could
see her.
She didn’t know where to go next.
But she knew this:
she was ready
to be
seen.
DEDICATION
LineagesB you are my prime 2,
The beginning of breath itself.
These letters are you, were you, became you.
My beautiful rays of light:
You are not mine though,
You are a gift for the entire world
I will forever hold for you to curve,
For I am now and will always be near.
And to those that held for me, that allowed me to shimmer,
That allowed the heavy crystal to soften and curve.
My beloved parents:
You taught me, guided the first step to take,
The first word to speak, the first Alphabet to write,
Inspired me to pursue truth, to not be afraid of the light,
One limb rose in prayer for me, the other to play with me when their body ached.
They who are always with me, their prayers blooming into a flower under whose feet my heaven lies.
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