What if the voice of the Sacred Feminine has always whispered through the grain of carved wood and the press of ink to paper? I trace how the the rustle of Her knowing resounds in the words of one of the earliest block-printed texts—the Heart Sutra—and also in the ritual of printmaking itself, so voice and vessel, language and labor, text and craft are not separate, but part of the same living thread, both honoring the deep interwovenness of all things.