15/02/2026
It is the night I meet my Eternal Father again.
A whole year passes…
and when this sacred night arrives, something within me breaks open.
Tears don’t fall out of sadness —
they fall because I feel held by an Infinite Presence.
On this night, I don’t pray to Shiva.
I return to Him.
Like a daughter who wandered far,
coming back into the embrace of her silent, timeless Guardian - the One who has always watched, always waited.
This night is my inner homecoming.
My ego softens.
My heart melts.
My breath slows.
It is not ritual -
it is remembrance.
It is not fasting -
it is purification.
It is not staying awake -
it is awakening.
On Mahashivratri, I am not seeking blessings.
I am resting in belonging to the Source from which I was born.
The tears that roll from my eyes
are not weakness —
they are recognition.
Recognition that no matter how far I wander,
I am always held by that boundless Consciousness.
And every year, on this sacred night,
I am reborn from within.🕉️😔🪷🙏🏻💞 🔱🙏♥️special🙏🚩🔱📿🕉️
