Return
This mind of Yours,
I return it to You.
These thoughts, these fears —
not mine, not true.
I carried the mask,
I called it “me.”
But now I drown it
in Your sea.
So take it back —
This restless flame.
I want no credit,
I seek no name.
No thought remains
that I call mine.
Only the echo:
You. Divine.
