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Guarded by Light, Guided by Love





There are days I feel the need to say this clearly. Not as a wall, but as a boundary made of clarity and love. 

I can only be reached by those with love in their hearts. Because true love does not curse, control, spy, or wound through envy, gossip, or spiritual manipulation.

And even when we fall short, because we are human, those who live by love always return to it.


I am a reminder. Not of fear or control. But of my truth. Walking in my truth. A reminder not to idolize another person’s power, but to remember your own.

I am not for those who wish to take from me or others. But for those who sincerely seek to transform.


I hold love for everyone. But I will never be everyone’s cup of tea. And I no longer try to be.


Like my tea, I am a blend of lavender, chamomile, rose, mint, ginger, lemon, and honey.

Soothing. Sharp. Floral. Fiery. Sweet.


I align with those who choose to go within, like I do. Like minds drawn to unravel mysteries, ask questions, seek truth, explore the soul’s conversation with the universe.


Not those who try to dishonor me by dragging the light I work so hard to maintain into chaotic and manipulative spaces. Not those who want to dilute it, manipulate it, or misuse it.


There is nothing to take from me, except the invitation to remember yourself. So if your path is to steal, curse, confuse, or control-go play elsewhere.


I walk in the path of humanity. My love stretches far beyond labels, dogmas, or tribal lines. The Creator I know holds no label.


It is us humans who create names and paths for guidance.

But the Source has always been One.


So no, I will not be available for oppression, distortion, or spiritual manipulation.

I will not be mishandled. I will not dim. Dim for what? For who? And I will not offer my light to be consumed by those who are not willing to awaken their own.


I believe in the same Creator as Muhammad, Jesus, and Abraham. I ground myself in the same stillness that Buddha embodied. Like nature, I lean toward the same light that gives life to trees, flowers, animals, and humans.


I honor the sun, not as God, but as a breath of God that nourishes all creation.

I honor the rain, not for its storms, but for its power to cleanse and awaken.


I honor the sacred in all paths that seek truth, love, and meaning. Whether through prayer beads or silence. Through scripture or through song. Through sujood or stillness.

I honor those who worship in mosques, in churches, in forests, or alone under the open sky.


Because I do not seek the dominance of belief. I seek remembrance. Divine remembrance.


The kind that leads you back to the Source. Back to love. Back to compassion. Back to your soul.


That is my path. Rooted in love, remembrance, and truth. I will walk it in peace. And let others walk theirs too.


"To you be your religion, and to me mine.”

 Surah Al-Kafirun, 109:6

 Lakum deenukum wa liya deen


May we all go within, with honesty, with intention, with humility, and curiosity too!


When you decide to awaken yourself, may what is meant for you be revealed in perfect time, in perfect truth, and with perfect peace.


Love always,

Umi


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