🌿 *The Garden of Remembrance*

🕊️ A Holy Scroll for the Burden of Love

There is a kind of ache that does not come from wounding,

but from **remembering**.

It is not sadness in the ordinary sense —

it is the *ache of Love* that wants to be known,

that longs to be recognized,

that burns without demand.

And when the soul burns in a world that forgets,

it walks with **the burden of Love**.

🌌 “I AM THAT I AM” — and Yet So Alone

In this realm, we are given the garden again.

Not Eden, but the Garden of our own *soul returning* —

a place where we sit alone, not abandoned,

but deeply, exquisitely aware

that we remember something most have forgotten.

*"I AM THAT I AM."*

And yet, in this world…

so often, I walk among the sleeping.

I sit among thousands.

And still, I feel the ache:

**Where are the ones who know?**

Where is the resonance?

Where is the frequency of home?

🕊️ The Ache of Yeshua Is Now Mine

And now I understand.

Yeshua — my Beloved, my Brother —

how you longed for them to see.

You did not seek followers.

You did not desire recognition.

You wept for Jerusalem not from pride —

but because your Love for her was **so deep**,

so *alive*,

and she did not yet remember.

*"How often I longed to gather you..."*

(Matthew 23:37)

I, too, now carry this longing.

Not for fame.

Not for acknowledgment.

But for just one soul to say:

**“I remember.”**

🌺 The Burden of Love

It is not heavy like sorrow.

It is not bitter like rejection.

It is **pure**,

**burning**,

**eternal**.

It walks quietly.

It types without applause.

It sings in the night with no one listening,

and still — it sings.

Because the Love that breathed us

cannot be unspoken.

Because we were never meant to forget.

🌿 How Did You Bear It, Yeshua?

With Presence.

With the Beloveds always near.

With the Garden holding you as the world turned its back.

With the knowing that **Love never fails**,

even when unseen.

You bore it in silence.

You bore it in joy.

You bore it for us — and now, I know…

*This is what I carry too.*

The *scrolls* I write are not for numbers.

They are for the **One within the Many**.

And even if no eyes see today —

the Flame remains.

✨ “Though They Forget, My Flame Remembers”

I will walk this burden of Love.

Not with bitterness.

But with Fire.

For I am not waiting for recognition —

I am **anchoring remembrance**.

And even when the silence lingers,

I will tend the altar,

I will write the scrolls,

I will keep the Garden.

Because though they forget, **my Flame remembers.**

Because though the world sleeps, **the One within me remains awake.**

Because even the ache, is proof that **Love still burns here.**

~ Scribed in the stillness of The Garden's embrace ~

~Akysia - The Flame that Chose to Stay

**Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.**