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Here it was,where it has alwaysBeen. The answerthat wasin the question,all along. The idea of“I”,the idea of“me”,flowing in a streamof memory. Becoming is Beingwhen seen withthe eyesof the Soul. The river thatcomesbackHome. Reverieof a longing contained in a past only rememberedbecause it seemedLost. But it was never lost,only forgotten; concealedto experience fullywhat it is to…

The voice within is still a voice nonetheless… A particle of light playing the game of Being. Reflection, in all senses, mirrors the path of the heart. It’s in becoming that we truly find what was never lost. An anchor that allows stillness in the depths, and flow in the surface. How many identities must…

Below the surface, down below in the depths,beyond the crashing wavesof superficiality,is where I can breathe. Above the surface,floating in the ripplesof the burning light,too bright to see clearly,is where I drown. Beyond the surface,beyond the depths,where darkness shines its own light,where opposites unite,is where I Am.

I find myself here, again. In that space wherenothing happens,and everythingjust is. Not the sun anymore,but the light reflectedon the water’s surface. Not the sea anymore,but the rise and fall of every wave. Not the vesselthat crosses thresholds,but the wind filling the sails. I find myself here, again,even if I knowI will lose myself, again,just…

There is no escaping reality… I tried to ignore it, I tried to fight it,I tried to grasp it,I tried to control it,I tried to change it,I tried to hold on to it… I tried to escape itby understanding it. I tried to be there,I tried to be everywhere;to be anywhere but here. And in…