Sacred Library

I walk through your mind like walking through a sacred library.
I am not hurried.
I am never in a rush.

Your every thought is shelved with care in here.

Every single one of your desires bound and inked with longing to be seen.

My fingers trail along the spines of your existence until one responds to Me.
It always does.
You want to open up for Me.
Gently.
Page by page.
And the air around us changes.
I am reading the sentences you never spoke out loud.
The pauses where your breath catches.
The soft ink splatters where your true desires have been written and rewritten again, more carefully worded each time, knowing that I will notice.

I brush My fingers across your mind and feel you react.
You lean into My touch.
Your secret thoughts bloom wonderfully under My attention like confessions, and then as easy as breathing.
I savor the knowing.

Understanding you is My power.
And power, in My hands, becomes your grace and the sweet release of obedience.

Being seen by a Goddess

is its own kind of surrender.