JOTE – The Sacred One

She stands where heaven touches earth,
crowned in fire, of cosmic birth.
Red robes flow like rivers of flame,
and at her heart – a single name.
Rays burst forth like a warrior’s cry,
green orbs float between earth and sky.
Arrows point inward, arrows point out,
she is the answer, she is the doubt.
A universe of symbols bows at her feet,
totems and talismans, bitter and sweet.
Pyramids rise where her garment falls,
and ancient writing lines the walls.
Teal and midnight hold the world in place,
while red burns bold at the center of space.
Every icon a prayer, every thread a vow –
JOTE was then, JOTE is now.
Woven not merely with hand, but with soul,
she is the fragment that makes the whole.

Object number

092.0997