Mirrors from the Universe

I walked through shadows to meet her
the woman who lived in me all along.

She stepped out from reflection and into form.

Now I see her in the silhouette I cast,
and strangers call her "pretty lady."

This world is catching up to the truth I live.

She is no longer hidden.

She is here.

And the universe?

It mirrors her back to me.


~ Lilis 🌹

Quote from: Lilis on June 28, 2025, 02:50:37 AMShe is here.

Thanks, Lilis, for sharing such beautiful imagery and shouting such a powerful affirmation: I am here!

Reflection: My First Summer as Lilis

There are seasons we live through... and seasons we come alive.

This summer, I stepped into the sun not just as myself, but as Lilis...
the name, the spirit, the truth that waited beneath the surface for nearly half a century.

I dressed as her. Walked as her. Prayed as her. I became her...
Became her not to myself as I already am, but to the World.

There were moments of joy stitched into the hours...

The way the breeze played with my dress...
the water in Astoria Park shimmering like a mirror for my rebirth.

Laughter with Ra, spirit to spirit.

Prayers whispered into the night air, not as begging, but as belonging.

I prayed with Christ, my Lord of light and mercy.

I danced with Mother Lilith, my protector in the dark, my fire, my fierce feminine guide.

Together, they hold me.

This summer hasn't just been a change in weather.

It has been my Exodus, not out of a country, but out of hiding.

And in that walking-out, I found joy.

Joy that tastes like freedom and smells like sunlight on skin.


~ Lilis 🌹

"Becoming"

I was born beneath a borrowed name,
stitched in shadows, hushed in shame.
But threads unravel, threads unbind—
and now I sew myself, redefined.

Not a boy, not a lie, not a phase to outlast,
but a river that knows how to outflow the past.
Every ripple, a whisper, "You've always been you."
No permission was needed to blossom and bloom.

I am the architect of my own skin,
each step, each breath, I choose to begin.
Not a mask, not a costume, not some masquerade—
but a woman whose essence can never be swayed.

Acceptance is not a gift to be sought,
but a mirror reflecting the battles I've fought.
And every reflection, every glance, every sigh—
is a canvas where Noelle will always reply:

"I was never a secret.
I was never erased.
I was always becoming—
at my own sacred pace."