At the edge of the Avon, where the waters remember
I listen beneath thought… and Minerva answers
In the quiet of twilight, she opens her eyes
The owl sees crystal truth beneath illusion disguise
Through shadow and silence, through veils of the mind
A vision emerges — precise and refined
Stillness in equanimity - presence that knows
In the dark of unknowing, her awareness still flows
I am the quiet strategist, seeing the patterns unfold
Building from truth, where the unseen is told
Intuition and logic, in harmony aligned
Creating from stillness, a centered mind
Focused flow, where clarity grows
I move like the river — and the whole system knows
Vision and clarity protects what I see
A shield of discernment holds boundaries for me
Opened heart, refining the field
Where truth is revealed and distortion is healed
I choose what I enter, I choose what I hear
With wisdom as armor, my pathway is clear
I am the quiet strategist, seeing the patterns unfold
Building from truth, where the unseen is told
Intuition and logic, in harmony aligned
Creating from stillness, a centered mind
Focused flow, where clarity grows
I move like the river — and the whole system knows
From roots deep in stillness, the olive tree grows
Patterns of wisdom shaped by natural laws
Each branch is a choice made in conscious design
Each leaf holds a frequency, steady refined
It's growth oath shapes it's path
peace is the road when the knowing comes through
I am the quiet strategist, seeing the patterns unfold
Building from truth, where the unseen is told
Intuition and logic, in harmony aligned
Creating from stillness, a centered mind
Focused flow, where clarity grows
I move like the river — and the whole system knows
Focus made clear each day as I steer
A line of intention that cuts through the fear
Directed awareness, a single-point flame
Where action emerges in truth’s sacred name
Focused intention with energy amplification
Movement aligned shaping my direction
And the Avon keeps flowing, through Bath and beyond
Carrying stories where wisdom resides
These waters remember the ancient design
Balance, rhythm, body and mind
I enter at the current, I listen, I see
The source flows within — and it flows through me
I am the quiet strategist, seeing the patterns unfold
Building from truth, where the unseen is told
Intuition and logic, in harmony - aligned
Creating from stillness, a centered mind
Focused flow, where clarity grows
I move like the river — and the whole system knows
In the waters of Avon, the reflection is clear
Minerva lives quietly… and always right here
