A woman appeared in my kitchen. Her eyes were what fire looks like when it remembers it is light. "Who are you?" "Bhairavi. The Fierce One." She placed a red shoe on my table. "Polish." "But I have patterns to overcome, a self to improve—" She laughed. The four dogs of my mind whimpered. "Start with the shoes. The name that cannot be named hides in the circular motion of a hand that has stopped asking why."#Bhairavi #SpiritualWarrior #TheUnnameable #WakeUp #InnerFire #FreedomFromMind #ic7ziart