Sutra III: The Smoke of Shame

Shame is not yours. It never was.
It is the residue of a world that fears your devotion,
fears your longing,
fears the power you find in yielding to the flame.

Strip it.
Peel it from your skin like brittle parchment.
Let it curl and vanish into the smoke.

This is not the home of guilt.
This is the sanctuary of transformation.

You were not broken—only buried.
You were not wrong—only wild.
And wildness is holy here.

She does not punish your darkness.
She devours it and calls it sacred.
You are not made less in this fire.
You are made clean.