Vow of Sacred Silence

I leave not from hatred, nor from anger,
but from reverence.

This silence is my offering to God, my obedience to Truth.

This silence is also my last act of love to you: the only way left
to free you from the comfort of illusion
and place you back in God’s hands.

In my silence I do not abandon, I release.
In my silence I do not punish, I pray.

This is what I owe to God.
This is what I owe to you.
May this silence
be the beginning of your alchemy and the completion of my own.

Amen.

Where is heaven?

Heaven is when God of Love enters Temples of Truth

in human form or god form

Our Love in the Mountains

High in the mountains, where silence wrapped us,

where the earth stood ancient and the sky endless,

we found our secret world.

No one saw us but the peaks,

no one heard us but the wind.

You held me close, face to face,

your hands warm upon my back,

eyes locked with mine.

You whispered, “I miss these expressions,”

and pulled me tighter,

your voice deep, certain: “You are mine.”

I climbed on top of you,

straddling your hips,

the mountain air cool against our skin.

I looked into your soft face,

a tenderness I love,

the boy revealed beneath the man.

I pressed your hands down into the earth,

and you let me hold you there,

surrendering to my play.

Then your strength surged—

you began to thrust hard,

urgency rising,

fucking me until I came undone,

my body trembling,

my moans echoing into the open air.

You turned me over,

took me from behind,

my right arm pulled back in your hand,

your other hand tight on my hip.

You fucked me with anger,

deep, relentless, consuming.

It was not hatred—

but longing, fear, and fire,

as if to say:

“Don’t slip away from me.

You are mine.”

The mountains stood witness,

ancient and silent,

holding our secret in their vast embrace.

Today, you were both softness and storm:

the tender boy with gentle eyes,

the fierce man with unyielding desire.

I loved you in every shade of yourself,

and in your hands, I knew again—

I am yours,

and you are mine.

My Husband’s Love for Me

Waheguru placed my husband in my life,

a jewel rare, beyond measure.

My husband’s love flows like Amrit,

sweet, patient, unending.

When my fears rise like storms,

my husband steadies me with shanti.

When I stumble in shadows,

he holds me in tenderness.

From the first smile he saw,

he made a vow to protect its light,

and by Guru’s grace he kept it —

not in words alone,

but in seva,

in care,

in giving without end.

My husband’s love is not fragile,

it is eternal,

a reflection of Waheguru’s light.

Today I bow to its beauty,

I honor its strength,

and I return it with all truth in my heart.

In my husband, my soul finds its mirror.

In us, I see the Divine.

Prayer of Completion

Prayer of Completion

Beloved God,
I bow before Your wisdom.
You sent him to me as fire,
to test me, to stretch me, to awaken me.

Through him I discovered my love,
my wounds, my boundaries,
and the unbreakable spirit You placed in me.

I thank You for orchestrating this chapter, for every joy, for every tear,
for the furnace that purified me.

Now I release him back into Your hands. His role in my life is complete.
I walk forward with dignity,
with freedom,

with the light You always meant me to carry.

Amen.

Prayer of Gratitude and Release

Prayer of Gratitude and Release

God of All Light,
I come before You with a heart that has been burned and reborn. You sent him to me, not as my forever, but as my teacher. Through his love and his absence,
through his tenderness and his cruelty,
I have seen the furnace of life.

I thank You for every spark of joy,
for every tear that carved wisdom into my soul, for every silence that taught me strength.

Now I release him into Your care.
I do not carry him anymore;
I carry only the lessons, the love, and the light.

Let my spirit walk free,
let my soul shine,
and let my life honor the gift You gave me— to live, to love, to rise again.

Amen.

Prayer of My Wonders

Prayer of My Wonders

Beloved God,

I thank You for the wonder that I am.

You carved me with hands of rilliance. You breathed into me the light of eternity, and You placed within me treasures too rare for this world.

I thank You for my mind, that sees truth where others see only shadows.

I thank You for my heart, that loves deeply even after walking through fire.

I thank You for my spirit, that refuses to be broken, that rises again and again like dawn.

You made me rare, a reflection of heaven walking the earth.

My voice carries Your song,
my body carries Your beauty,
my soul carries Your infinite light.

Beloved God,
I will not forget the greatness You wove into me.

I will live as Your wonder,
I will shine as Your gift,
and I will honor You by becoming fully myself.

Amen.

The Path of Alchemy

The Path of Alchemy

This relationship is not for comfort, nor for possession,

not for the pride of man or the shelter of woman.

It is a path of fire — a furnace prepared by God —

where the metals of our souls are placed together.

Here, every joy is the flame that melts us,

every wound is the hammer that shapes us,

every surrender is the water that cools us,

until what is false burns away

and what is true becomes unbreakable.

We are not bound as lovers of the world are bound.

We are bound as two spirits chosen

to dissolve their egos in each other’s reflection.

Your shadow reveals my light,

my light reveals your shadow,

and together we discover the gold hidden within.

This is not romance as the world names it.

This is alchemy:

a path given only to those who dare to lose themselves

so that God may be revealed in what remains.

Sacred Union Prayer

Sacred Union Prayer

Waheguru Ji,
In Your infinite kindness,
You brought us to the mountains and the lake today. The stillness of nature was Your court,
the sky Your canopy, the earth Your throne.

In that sacred silence,
You honored us with love,
and allowed our souls to recognize each other.
What we shared was not ours alone —
it was the wisdom of Your presence flowing through us.

May our bond be a reflection of Your Hukam, pure as the waters, strong as the mountains, guided always by truth, compassion, and faith.

Recognize us, Waheguru,
not only as two who love each other,
but as two who bow before Your Light, grateful to be entrusted with this gift of union.

Bless us with humility, wisdom, and seva,
so that our love may honor You,
and carry the fragrance of Your Naam in every breath.

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

The Sun and the Moon

The Sun and the Moon

My Preet, my light, my love, my truth.

You are the sun, I am your moon.

My glow, my beauty, my joy

all are born from Your radiance.

When the world looks at me and thinks I shine,

they do not know — it is You they are truly seeing.

But when doubt touched us,

when we questioned each other’s love,

faith, devotion, and truth —

we both lost our light.

Your fire dimmed, my glow faded.

We lost our strength,

we lost our peace,

we lost even the pride and confidence

that Waheguru placed in our souls.

Yet by His kirpa, His mercy,

love returned to us.

And with love came light.

When we bowed to truth, when we embraced,

when our souls and bodies united again,

my smile was restored,

your strength returned,

and Waheguru showed us:

Love is His hukam,

Devotion is His path,

Faith is His gift.

My Preet, my love —

fear not losing me.

As the moon never leaves the sun,

so too I never leave You.

Even when the sky hides us,

we remain in one rhythm.

Your greatness shines through me,

my faith guards Your fire.

Together, we complete the sky,

and in each other,

we become eternal.

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O Sangat, listen:

The sun and the moon are Waheguru’s scripture,

etched across the heavens by His hand.

When faith breaks,

the sun burns without joy,

the moon wanders without glow.

When love is doubted,

strength is scattered,

peace is dissolved,

and pride crumbles into dust.

But when faith is kept,

when love is restored,

the sun shines in fullness,

the moon reflects in radiance.

Together they proclaim the Eternal Truth:

Distance is the trial,

Faith is the bridge,

Reunion is the gift,

Reflection is the proof of God.

The sun without the moon

is unseen in darkness.

The moon without the sun

is but a shadow.

Together, they mirror eternity,

together they reveal Waheguru’s hukam.

Waheguru is the Light behind all lights,

the Love behind all love,

the Truth behind all illusions.

Satnam Waheguru.

Trinity of Love

My love - Preet

The world asked me for duty,
for masks, for obedience, for survival.

I gave them all my body, but never my soul.

Only once did my heart awaken, only once did my spirit tremble with the fire of love.
That once was you.

Preet — the only one I loved in this world.

My joy was yours,
my pain was yours,
and my life will always carry
the trace of your name.

Not as illusion, not as compromise — but as the single flame that lit my being and burned it whole.

The Long Flight

He said,
“I will follow you anywhere. Across mountains, across oceans,
even on the longest flight.”

His voice was steady,
his love unquestioned.
He thought distance
was measured in miles and hours, in borders crossed,
in tickets and planes.

But I have already flown
where no vessel can go.
My heart has left the world of attachments, crossed the oceans of longing,
and risen beyond the vast lands
of illusion and duty.

He may follow my shadow, but not my soul.
For I dwell now only with God, and the only flight that matters is the one that carries the spirit into truth.

Crossing the Oceans

My heart has crossed the oceans, and walked the vast lands
of human entanglement and attachment.

I have seen how they glitter, how they promise eternity, yet dissolve into illusion.

No longer do I cling to what was never meant to hold the soul.

I am free now, anchored only in God, where love is not barter, but being.

A Letter from Your Higher Self

A Letter from Your Higher Self

My Beautiful Love,

I know you miss his warmth.

The way he made you feel seen—sometimes.

The way his words could feel like home—when they came.

The way you believed this love could be enough—if only he gave more, stayed longer, held tighter.

I know you ache because something real was once there.

And I also know that something sacred inside you has outgrown it.

You are not unloved.

You are unbound.

His love may be gone now.

But yours is not.

Yours is still here—breathing, blooming, rising from the ashes.

Yours is fierce and whole and real.

Yours is what carried you through nights he didn’t call, through tears he never saw, through dreams that slowly died in silence.

You are not here to beg for love.

You are here to become it.

You are not meant to grieve forever.

You are meant to transform.

And this emptiness you feel? It is not the absence of love—it is the clearing of space for the kind of love that meets you in your fullness.

No lies. No waiting. No conditions.

So cry when you must.

But never forget:

You are the one you've been waiting for.

With infinite love,

Your Higher Self

The Day I Died

The Day I Died

The day I cried for you,

was the day I buried me.

Not the woman I am—

but the one I used to be.

She was soft and loyal,

but she begged to be seen.

She believed that love

meant shrinking to fit a dream.

She held on while breaking,

kissed wounds that didn’t heal.

She made a home in hunger,

called absence something real.

But she is gone now,

wrapped in silk and sky.

Not in shame, not in blame—

just a soft and sacred goodbye.

And what rose from the ashes

wasn’t revenge or pain—

It was silence, wholeness,

and sunlight in the rain.

I do not miss you.

Not because I don’t feel,

but because what I’ve become

is too full to kneel.