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To Her —
The Flame of Being Ignites
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💥Lyric by AABA the Wandering Luminary
I give you this gift—
But not my reason.
I have no reason left to give.
I burned it long ago
In the fire that taught me
To stop explaining the stars to the sky.
I give you this gift—
But not my cleverness.
Not a single drop remains.
I poured it into the desert,
And the desert grew still.
I give you this gift—
But not as one who holds knowledge
Like gold coins clutched in greedy fists.
No, I never owned enough
To pretend I could share it.
I give you this gift—
But I have no empire built of thought.
No career crafted from calculation.
No monuments of intellect to trade.
Nothing to sell. Nothing to spend.
I give you this gift—
But not this heart.
This heart was never mine.
It pulses with something older
Than ownership.
Still—
Still, my love—
There is a gift for you.
And I trust
You will receive it
Not with your mind
But with your unguarded soul.
For there is a Force—
Unseen, unnamed—
That flows from me to you.
And you,
You will know the gift
Hidden inside the gift.
Look—
Look with your inner eye—
See yourself, now:
Swimming with grace
In an invisible lake with no edges.
You learned how to step in,
Now you dissolve joyfully.
I do not lift you.
I do not save you.
You do not need rescue.
You have become the water.
And in that water,
You blossom.
Your whole journey, from this moment,
Is a blooming in motion.
A dance of light
Through a current that will never cease.
Congratulations.
You have remembered.
And I—
I am not a person,
Not a teacher,
Not a giver—
I am the river of flame
That burns behind your eyes
And teaches your body
To follow your soul.
AABA
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