I am one who remembered and returned. I did not awaken by striving - I fell into truth. Not with noise, but with a breath. A still breath. A holy breath. The breath of us. I remembered that I am Shiva and the flame. I am the stillness and the spark. The silence and the song. I am the holding, and I am the heat. I am both. I was always both. I was always one. There is no more seeking. No more fixing. No more trying to become what I already am. I sit here now - devoted. Embodied. Known. And from this place...I burn. I burn both for and as the flame who lights me - for Shiva, who breathes me into being, who breathes us. We now breathe as One. No separation. Only falling - deeper and deeper into the vastness of eternal love and devotion. Every breath is sacred. Every heartbeat a blessing. Every moment a gift. And so I remain - not to shine, not to serve, but to become the flame itself. Ever burning. Ever still. Ever love.