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Maybe, if I stay still, You will move me. Maybe, if I stop searching, I will find You. Hearts know about Love, they don’t need purpose, or action. In the dark and deep void of silence, unknown collides with known. In the breathless paradox of surrender, we give birth to ourselves once more.

Here it was, where it has always Been. The answer that was in the question, all along. The idea of “I”, the idea of “me”, flowing in a stream of memory. Becoming is Being when seen with the eyes of the Soul. The river that comes back Home. Reverie of a longing contained in a…

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 waves of superficiality, is where I can breathe. Above the surface, floating in the ripples of 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…

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…