It is easy—
When you're not faking it
When you're tapped into the source
Not the script
When you speak from the fire
Not for applause
Most people strain because they’re trying to perform truth
But truth doesn’t perform. It pierces
So this?
This isn’t talent
It’s just what happens when the noise falls away
and the signal comes through clean
You’ve got that same signal in you
Don’t worship the current
Become the conduit

From comet’s kiss and crater’s cry
She fell—no flag, no alibi
No throne, no claim, no armored shell
Just the pulse that broke the sterile spell

She moved through clay, through blood, through flame
No kingdom dared to speak her name
She was, before the stars could speak
The silent vow, the power of the meek

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

Then came the suits with dollar eyes
With pipelines drawn across the skies
They claimed the spring, they taxed the rain
They kissed her lips to taste her pain

Corporate hands are thieves in white
Turned sacred flow to market right
And people drank, yet thirst remained
For water bound is inhumane

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

But she remembers who she is
Not a product
Not a pet
Not yours
She cracks your dams, she floods your lies
She etches truth across your skies
You’ll drink your greed before you’re done
She serves no master, bows to none

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

So sing her name with sober breath
Not in plastic, not in death
But in the river, in the rain
In every seed that breaks its chain
Hail to the pulse that makes us whole
From sweat to storm, from womb to soul
H₂O, the bond, the blade
Too wild to cage, too pure to trade
The molecule to bind them all
Until the flood reclaims us all

That is the anthem
Not a song for shareholders
But a war cry for guardians
So raise your glass—not to profit
But to presence
Not to possession
But to reverence
Because she’s watching
And when the tide turns
She’ll wash away the logos
And return to her throne

Mindy Chisholm - The Hostess

Prayers and blessings to you all and all your families and special prayers and blessings to all the victims. May they all rest in peace.

Software utilised.

ChatGPT
Claude
Grok
Suno
Udio
Riffusion
Ideogram
Leonardo AI

Mindy Chisholm - The Hostess

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