To love is to surrender.
Surrender to the eternal flowing river.
The river is pure, clean, and immortal.
But you make it muddy.
Don’t.
I beg you – don’t make it muddy.
Clear the mud.
I wish I could help.
But I can only pray.
Pray for you.
Pray for you to come back.
To come back.
Come back.
I wish I could clear the mud for you.
But I can’t.
All I can do is say – I pray you.
The real you.
You, who is pure, clean, and eternal.
And that is my love for you.
I am, but a devotee.
A devotee of the God inside you.
And so I surrender to you.
Like every other devotee.
I am, but a devotee in service.
A devotee sitting with his heat open on a cold night in January.
Waiting for you.
For to love.
Is to surrender.
What you seek. Is seeking you.
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