{"product_id":"i-am-root-i-am-seed-i-am-tree","title":"I Am Root. I Am Seed. I Am Tree","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eColored pencils and acrylic markers on paper.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e8.30x11.50\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMileva Roumer merge poetry and art. One is seen with the eyes, one felt with the art. A mantra, a sacred ritual of becoming. \r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eBorn to Be My Beloved\r\u003cbr\u003eI am not just arriving\r\u003cbr\u003eNot merely stepping into light for show,\r\u003cbr\u003eNot just existing to be seen.\r\u003cbr\u003eI rise like a feather once coded in mystery,\r\u003cbr\u003eTorn and scattered,\r\u003cbr\u003eNow gathered with intention,\r\u003cbr\u003eWith defiance. With grace.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eI emerge clothed in courage,\r\u003cbr\u003eDraped in the echoes of those before me\r\u003cbr\u003eThe elders, the watchers,\r\u003cbr\u003eThe dreamers who never got to speak aloud.\r\u003cbr\u003eTheir voices ripple through my veins,\r\u003cbr\u003eTheir memories wrapped around my bones,\r\u003cbr\u003eThe ache of generations pressed into the palms of my hands.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eI carry the madness of a nation,\r\u003cbr\u003eThe quiet rage, the sacred fire.\r\u003cbr\u003eAnd the love\r\u003cbr\u003eoh, the tender, watching love\r\u003cbr\u003eOf a twenty-something soul\r\u003cbr\u003eWho saw me before I had form,\r\u003cbr\u003eWho whispered me into being\r\u003cbr\u003eIn the stillness between heartbeats.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eInvisible hands reached out\r\u003cbr\u003eTo wish me luck,\r\u003cbr\u003eTo bless my breath,\r\u003cbr\u003eTo remind every lonely child,\r\u003cbr\u003eEvery soul aching under life's weight,\r\u003cbr\u003eThat solitude is not absence\r\u003cbr\u003eIt is the doorway to remembrance.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eWe are not empty.\r\u003cbr\u003eWe are treasure troves,\r\u003cbr\u003eCrystals carved from memory,\r\u003cbr\u003eGems shaped in the womb of time.\r\u003cbr\u003eWithin us lie the maps,\r\u003cbr\u003eThe songs, the seeds.\r\u003cbr\u003eThis is where we begin again.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eHow could I not love myself?\r\u003cbr\u003eHow could I not love the wild earth\r\u003cbr\u003eThat birthed me, held me,\r\u003cbr\u003eTaught me the rhythm of rivers and ribs?\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eAnd now, I understand\r\u003cbr\u003eEvery time we cherish who we are,\r\u003cbr\u003eWe gift that love to the roots and the rain,\r\u003cbr\u003eTo the skies and the soft soil.\r\u003cbr\u003eIt is that love\r\u003cbr\u003eThat coaxes the plants from slumber,\r\u003cbr\u003eThat feeds the sunlit silence.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eInside me now grows a wisdom\r\u003cbr\u003eSharp as blades,\r\u003cbr\u003eBright as new dawns.\r\u003cbr\u003eThey rise to fight\r\u003cbr\u003eThe colonization of the mind,\r\u003cbr\u003eTo cut through the lies and reclaim\r\u003cbr\u003eThe sacred truths we were never meant to forget.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eI do not walk alone.\r\u003cbr\u003eI am never without guidance.\r\u003cbr\u003eI am held by the inner world\r\u003cbr\u003eBy the deep drumbeat beneath my ribs.\r\u003cbr\u003eFrom within my gut,\r\u003cbr\u003eFrom the belly of my being,\r\u003cbr\u003eSprout seeds from an ancient tree\r\u003cbr\u003eA tree that remembers\r\u003cbr\u003eA time before forgetting.\r\u003cbr\u003e\r\u003cbr\u003eSo I rise.\r\u003cbr\u003eNot just born,\r\u003cbr\u003eBut chosen.\r\u003cbr\u003eNot just surviving,\r\u003cbr\u003eBut becoming.\r\u003cbr\u003eForever beloved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Mileva Roumer","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":41336876138599,"sku":null,"price":1200.0,"currency_code":"CAD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0063\/3038\/4487\/files\/1_1745535624_98771.png?v=1745860894","url":"https:\/\/helloart.com\/fr\/products\/i-am-root-i-am-seed-i-am-tree","provider":"helloart","version":"1.0","type":"link"}