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The Inner World Collection · curated edition

The Altar of Devotion

A quiet reading

About 1 minute · 5 stanzas

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Place all of yourself on the altar of your desire. No half-measures, no second thoughts become the flame that burns wholly, leaving no part of you behind.

When you give yourself fully, the world kneels in reverence. Every step you take becomes a prayer, every breath a hymn to the Beloved you choose.

To dabble is to scatter the light; to devote is to focus it, piercing through the shadows until only brilliance remains.

Make this one thing sacred. Call it God, your Beloved, or the beating heart of your purpose. It does not matter what name you give it; what matters is the offering of your Truth.

For when you commit, the universe bends to meet you. The rivers change course, the mountains bow their heads, and the stars rearrange themselves to mirror the brilliance of your devotion.

Take a moment before choosing what comes next.

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“Place all of yourself
on the altar of your desire.
No half-measures, no second thoughts
become the flame that burns wholly,”
The Altar of DevotionPoetry by Michael Yap
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.

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