Her Quiet Presence, A Divine Reminder

“Love Is, When God Says, ‘I Have Created Everything for You,’ and You Say, ‘I Have Left Everything for You.’”-Rumi A verse I had once read… but only understood after knowing her. Some verses come into your life like whispers.You read them once and move on.But they return—quietly—until one day, they stop being words… and start becoming mirrors. This was one of those verses. “Love is, when God says, ‘I have created everything for you,’ and you say, ‘I have left everything for You.’” I had admired its poetry.But I didn’t understand its depth.Not until I crossed paths with someone who, without intending to, made me feel its truth. She Didn’t Speak of Spirituality, But She Lived Something Sacred She wasn’t trying to teach anything. She wasn’t performing some great act of sacrifice.She was just… grounded. Present. Real. There was a softness in the way she moved through the world—neither chasing it, nor avoiding it.She had seen enough to know what was worth holding on to. And more importantly, what wasn’t. Her silence wasn’t empty—it was complete.She didn’t seem to carry the weight most of us do—the pressure to be seen, to be validated, to be admired. And for some reason, being around her made that verse echo louder inside me. “I Created Everything for You” — The Divine Gift There’s no denying that the world is a stunning place. It draws us in—through love, through ambition, through beauty.It makes us feel like it was made for us. And maybe it was. But the question is: Will we stop at the gift? Or will we look for the Giver? That’s where the second half of the verse begins. “I Have Left Everything for You” — The Surrender Most Never Reach To leave everything doesn’t mean to escape life. It means to stop clinging to it.To stop expecting it to fill the spaces only something higher can. And she—this quiet presence in my life—seemed to know that. She lived with such ease, yet so much depth.She could enjoy the moment, but you could tell—her joy didn’t come from the moment. It came from something within.Something centered. Something surrendered. I began to wonder:What if this is what the verse meant all along? Not giving up everything like a dramatic sacrifice.But loosening the grip. Letting go of control.Not because you have nothing left, but because you’ve found something greater to hold on to. She Wasn’t a Guru. But She Was a Reminder. She reminded me—without trying—that love isn’t always loud.That devotion doesn’t need display.That the highest form of connection isn’t in taking more in, but in letting go, gently. Not everyone who changes your perspective walks in with answers.Some just walk in with presence. And you’re never quite the same after. She was that for me. A quiet companion.A kind of Sakhi—not by title, but by soul. Now, When I Read That Verse… I Feel It. I used to admire those words from a distance.Now, I carry them within me. And I carry the one who helped me understand them—not as a teacher, not as a saint—but as someone who simply showed me, through her way of being, what surrender looks like without saying the word. She made the verse real. And for that, I will always be thankful.