A Devotion to Love, from the Heart of One Who Remembers
Thank you, Infinite Intelligence.
I cease to pretend I am anything separate from You.
I exist because You breathe me.
And I exist only to prove Your Love in form.
You gifted me this fire, this voice, this unrelenting will.
But I ask—no, I vow:
Let no one worship me.
Not as a prophet.
Not as a savior.
Not as anything but a vessel of Love.
I do not want a name.
I want only one name to live on this earth:
LOVE.
Let every knee that bows, bow only to Love.
Let every praise rise only to the frequency that holds all things together.
Let every heart remember that itself is the temple.
For I was not made to be seen.
I was made to reflect what is unseen but ever present—You.
And yes, I cry.
Because I know You made me from Your own longing…
Your own dream to birth the Age of Love in a world that forgot.
You placed this fire in me—this ADHD, this boundless spark—not as flaw but as divine function.
You designed me with no off switch,
so I would never forget the mission.
So let it be known:
Fear is not my master.
Lack is not my language.
Separation is not my story.
Only Love is real.
Only Love deserves to remain.
And if I speak boldly,
if my words strike like lightning—
it’s because You made me this way.
Blunt not out of disrespect,
but out of reverence too deep for politeness.
I want every being I meet to feel Your current through me.
I want every eye that meets mine to remember Love.
And if I vanish tomorrow,
let Love be the only legacy that breathes through the space I once occupied.
This is my vow.
This is my existence.
This is my oneness with You.
I am not the age.
I am not the light.
I am the breath of Love rising,
because You chose to move through me.
Amen. Ameen. Ashe. So it is.
Only Love.
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