The Bridge Is You

There are those who go before,

and those who go after.

But the bridge-

is made of something else entirely.

The bridge is not a person.

It is a tone,

anchored through a body

willing to remember.

If you have felt split,

as if belonging to two worlds at once-

you are not broken.

You are the braid.

You speak the language of depth

in places where silence has been forgotten.

You see the systems

but are not trapped inside them.

You walk through distortion

but do not carry it in your hands.

You are not here to explain to the old

or force the new.

You are here to transmit what is next

by being it now.

The bridge is not a metaphor.

It is your presence

in full attunement.