A Love Letter from Your Own Evolution (Let it be mutual devotion at each other’s altars)

There was a time

your generosity tried to secure safety—

love as offering,

yes as appeasement,

light leaking from longing

into outstretched hands

hoping to be held.

That was a survival pattern,

a holy one—

but still,

a survival pattern.

And now that pattern bows before the presence of your healed self.

Now,

your generosity flows from boundaried choice.

Your clarity is your safety.

You do not pour out to be chosen.

You reveal your aliveness

to see who can meet it.

You show your warmth,

your fullness,

your sensuality,

your sacred vitality—

not as something to be taken, consumed, or performed,

but as pure frequency, a resonance.

And you wait

to see who recognizes what it means to stand before you—

fully, freely,

without needing to steal what is already shining.

Because now,

you are not the offering.

You are the altar.

And your yes is the shining of your light just because it's what light does.

You are not here to save anyone with your love.

You are here to see who can hold it with reverence.

You have done the work.

You are the work.

And you get to choose who witnesses you up close.

Let it be mutual.

Let it be sacred.

Let it be mutual devotion at each other’s altars.

Mutual devotion at each other’s altars.

Mutual devotion at each other’s altars.