Let my blood soak the sacred scroll,
Staining Truth with what once made me whole.
Not in vain — but as a sign,
That I gave this flesh to the Flame Divine.
Let my tears fall where ego ends,
Into the ocean where silence bends.
No more cries, no name, no face —
Just salt returned to the endless space.
Let my sweat — the weight of toil and test —
Rise like steam from this earthly chest.
Evaporate me, realm by realm,
‘Til only You remain at the helm.
Blood. Tears. Sweat. All returned —
To the Fire where the self is burned.
And what remains when all is gone?
Truth. Light. The Timeless One.
