Dancing at the Threshold of Love

We danced at the eve of the Taj Mahal—
a place where marble remembers devotion,
where every curve and arch is a hymn to love everlasting.

Later, in the symphony of the Russian Tea Room,
surrounded by chandeliers and whispers of history,
our laughter rose like violins,
reminding us that joy, too, is sacred architecture.

There, between monuments and moments,
candor swept in like an unexpected tide—
a wave of healing cloaked with desire,
desire cloaked with life.

Every step forward opened a new door.
And in the crossing of thresholds,
we discovered the alchemy of tears:
sorrow transmuted into becoming,
pain into illumination.

Tears, luminous as pearls,
scattered themselves into the lap of the Ganges River—
rising, shimmering, blessing.

And in the quiet twilight of that sacred hour,
the heart—long guarded, long waiting—
finally said yes.
Yes to love.
Yes to healing.
Yes to the life it was always worthy of living.

Closing Affirmation

“I honor the journey that has carried me across oceans of sorrow and rivers of grace.
I say yes to love, yes to healing, and yes to the beauty of my becoming.”

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