As she let her soul sing, She let go of lifetimes of silenced truth missiles cemented in the deepest caverns of her soul. A voice snubbed out for centuries, for saying to much, for standing up too much, for being to much. Her Shakti and wisdom restrained for centuries, but not anymore. She could not be locked away, muted, restrained, or contained any longer. Not now, not ever again. As she let her spirit move her, She danced right through the flames. Resentment, anger, and rememberings stomped out with every blazing convulsion, sway, and kick. The movements created space for their tears, which flowed deeper than all of the lakes they were submerged in through all the ages. Soothing and healing the burnings that once enveloped her bodies, all of their bodies, all of our bodies. Never forgetting but still rising, just as she planned to, just as we planned to. Sensing Her in the distance, one by one all her sisters joined in, knowing the dance by heart. Standing taller from all those who came before and those who chose to come again. Who had lived the story of Her fall, now returned to watch Her rise.