I was not born into devotion. I was called into it — by love, not by fear.

I never planned to walk this path. I only wanted peace.
But one day, in the stillness of chanting, I felt her.
Not outside me — but within.

Divine Mother

The Eternal Mother.
The one who called me her daughter in a vision so real, I can still feel the kiss on my forehead.

Since then, I have not needed loud rituals or grand declarations.
I serve her in silence.
I walk as her — in breath, in stillness, in the smallest moments.

I see her in the way I pour tea for my parents.
In how I hold myself when no one is watching.

This is what it means to be her daughter.

Not to perform — but to embody.

Not to chase light — but to become it.

Divine mother lives in me like a slow-burning lamp.
She lights my heart with softness, with strength that doesn’t roar, with grace that flows instead of proving.

Sometimes I feel her drape my shoulders in silk in my meditations.
Sometimes she places flowers in my hair.
Sometimes I hear her say:

“Walk quietly. You carry me.”

I am no longer trying to become spiritual.
I am simply remembering who I already am.

The Goddess within me doesn’t need to fight.
She doesn’t need to explain.

She only needs to remain aligned — in breath, in presence, in love.

My life has become her shrine.
And I live each day with the quiet certainty that I am held, guided, and watched over —
by the Mother whose heart beats through mine.