A quiet reading
Beloved, I have clung to so much the beauty of this body, the comfort of wealth, the love I thought would never change. But you, in your infinite wisdom, have placed these treasures on the wings of impermanence.
Why, Beloved, do you let them slip away? Why do you break my heart with the passing of all I hold dear?
And then I see: you break me only to open me. You place impermanence before me, not as a cruelty, but as a doorway.
Through it, I find the truth: that I cannot possess what is yours, and all is yours.
The rose wilts, the riches scatter, the love shifts and yet, in their passing, they leave a trail that leads me back to you.
Beloved, you are the hand that takes and the hand that gives. When I let go, I do not fall I rise, held always by you.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“Beloved,
I have clung to so much
the beauty of this body,
the comfort of wealth,”
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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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