Blue Whale
— The Ancient Heart Beneath the Waves
In the stories whispered along the coast, they say the Blue Whale is the heartbeat of the ocean —
A giant, older than memory, carrying the weight of the deep,
Moving through the water with the grace of something carved from the beginning of time.
The people of the First Nations know —
The Blue Whale is not just a creature; she is the spirit of the sea's vastness,
The breath of the ancestors woven into salt and song,
The keeper of stories too ancient for words.
Her voice travels farther than any storm —
A low, trembling call that threads through the bones of the earth,
A reminder that we are small, yet never separate from the living world,
That beneath every crashing wave lies a silence older than mankind,
And within that silence, the Whale sings.
The elders believe the Blue Whale carries prayers beneath her ribs,
That every pulse of her mighty heart stirs the ocean currents,
Bringing balance, reminding us to move slowly, to move with care,
For the sea does not belong to us —
We belong to the sea.
When she rises — her great back breaking the surface —
It is as though the earth itself exhales,
And for that brief moment,
We remember:
The world is ancient,
The waters are sacred,
And there are songs sung deep below that keep the ocean breathing.
To harm the Whale is to silence a story that began before the stars knew their names.
To honor the Whale is to honor the vast unknown,
To listen, to protect, to remember:
The Blue Whale is not a myth —
She is the ancient heart still beating beneath the waves.
