devotion dims before it deepens

There are moments when I feel it slipping—

when the fire turns to embers,

when the longing quiets,

when the presence I once felt so vividly fades into absence.

And yet… devotion is never lost.

It moves like the tides, like breath, like love itself.

It disappears only to return stronger, deeper, wilder.

Because devotion to the Divine is not an outer ritual—it is an inner fire.

It is not about changing into sacred robes, lighting candles, or burning Palo Santo.

It is about the meaning I weave into each moment, the depth I bring into my connections, the way I perceive the world.

Devotion lives in the everyday—

in how I wake up, in how I touch, in how I speak, in how I trust.

It is not a performance, but an intimate, silent, living connection.

Even in the quiet, the heart remembers.

Even in the dimming, the devine remains