When devotion takes root within a relationship, it is no ordinary thing.
It arrives like a fragile bud at dawn, uncertain, trembling—
and yet, in the warmth of the One, it begins to open.
Like the flower that leans toward the sun without knowing why,
we, too, lean toward that light—softly, instinctively, wholeheartedly.
But what is devotion, truly?
Is it love without calculation? Loyalty without condition?
Is it care clothed in humility, in stillness, in surrender?
Yes—and yet, it is more.
It is a presence that floods the unseen spaces of the heart.
It is not something we do. It is something we become.
Devotion is the river shedding its name to meet the ocean.
It is the self dissolving into Something vaster—
a quiet union with the pulse of the One that beats beneath all things.
It is like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon of self-concern,
spreading its wings to dance in the winds of grace.
There is vastness in devotion.
It doesn’t arrive with thunder. It expands with silence.
It sweeps into our lives like the tide, and suddenly,
what once mattered begins to fade—
like mist melting under a full moon.
We no longer love because we should.
We love because we are compelled—
as breath is compelled,
as the moth is drawn, trembling, to the flame.
Even if it means being changed by that fire forever.
In this sacred pull,
devotion frees us.
Not from responsibility, but from pretense.
It untethers us from the weight of tradition, the noise of expectation,
and sets us soaring—like a bird that has remembered the sky.
And I, too, find myself longing.
Longing to be moved by that quiet force.
To be emptied of all that dulls my love
and filled with something deeper, more whole.
I ache for that kind of surrender—
the kind that softens the sharp edges of the self
and makes space for the One to enter.
Do you feel it, too?
That pull toward something beyond explanation?
Perhaps we are already on that path—
like travelers drawn into a dense and fragrant forest,
guided not by maps,
but by the memory of something ancient,
something luminous,
something One.
