About Cerapoet

Cerapoet Brand Story

When Mountain Energy Meets Modern Souls

Chapter 1: Frozen Inspiration

When a Poet Became an Accomplice to Anxiety

"In my seventh year at a New York jewelry studio,
sketchbooks were overflowed with 3D renderings,
yet not a drop of warm inspiration remained.
When clients splurged on ‘algorithm-recommended’ jewelry,
I awoke and found myself a conspirator in luxury’s anxiety.

The night I burned all business plans,
I booked a one-way ticket to the world’s end—
Only Himalayan snow could cool civilization’s fever."

Chapter 2: Bone Knives & Moonlight

Himalayan Epiphany: The Awakening
"By Nepal’s Gosaikunda Lake, I met women miners
practicing the ‘Take Seven, Leave Three’ creed—
returning three stones to the mountain for every seven taken,
sustaining Earth’s energy cycle.

They split rocks with bone knives, palms pressed to ore, whispering:
‘Mother Earth’s dreams open only to daughters.’

When the matriarch placed an ice-crusted amethyst on my pulse,
her voice cut through the thin air:
*‘A man’s hand is fire—it burns a stone’s sleeping energy;
A woman’s hand is moonlight—guarding energy’s journey to its new keeper.’*

**As the crystal’s chill entered my blood,
something went crack inside—
the sound of frozen inspiration shattering after years of subway noise.**"

Chapter 3: Energy’s Echo

Modern Rituals to Continue Belief

"Back in the studio, I fused the miners’ oral faiths
with Five Elements Feng Shui and Chakra wisdom,
birthing **Cerapoet**—where every bracelet is an extension of their hands:

✓ Stones are awakened by ancient prayers
✓ For each jewelry sold, a ‘Seed Stone’ would be buried on peaks
✓ We are just Couriers delivering energy

Unsure which bracelet to choose?
The stones hear your true heart—they choose who needs them.
Your instinct for energy will lead you to us.

*We pledge 10% of revenue to support the women miners,
preserving their wisdom and way of life.*"

Brand Manifesto

CERAPOET: NATURE’S ENERGY COURIER

When cities sever the umbilical cord to Earth,
we weave mountain veins into poetry for your wrist.