How sublime,
that primal birthday—
where love first bloomed eternal,
from nothingness to flame.
Love's radiance endures,
peace in its boundless gaze.
A summons to the depths:
halt the world's clamor,
turn inward, behold.
Reflect, and truly know:
hear the Voice resounding—
Am I not thy Sustainer?
Echo it in the marrow of being.
Proclaim Balā!
in waves of gratitude:
for silent graces unfolding,
for the breath that answers His Be.
To union's sacred fire:
true essence stretching forth,
core unveiling core,
light flowing from Light.
—December,26,2025
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