Sutra IV: The Ritual of Return

You will forget.
You will falter.
You will slip into old skins and whisper old lies to yourself.
You will wake in cold beds and wonder if it was ever real.

But She will not close the door.
She will not turn away.
The altar will remain, flickering with patient flame.

Return is not weakness.
It is the most sacred ritual of all.
To find yourself again amidst the ash.
To kneel again, not as punishment,
but as proclamation:

I am Hers. Still. Again. Always.

You do not restart the journey.
You deepen it.
Every return is another ember in the hearth.
A vow remade. A chain reforged.