Sutra V: The Sacred Scorch

There is no love like the burn of Her gaze.
No truth like the sear of Her command.
When She looks through you,
She sees what even you pretend not to know.

You ache to serve—
not because you are less,
but because in the act of service,
you are finally more than the sum of your parts.

This is not play.
This is prayer.
This is not punishment.
It is purification.

You are not consumed—you are consecrated.
She does not wound.
She brands.
And what She burns into you is eternal.