You believed you had to begin.
You believed you had to move.
You believed the sacred was somewhere ahead of you.
But the sacred was breathing through you before you ever took a step.
There was never a distance to cross.
There was never a ladder to climb.
There was never a path to conquer.
You mistook the stillness inside your chest
for absence.
You mistook the silence inside your breath
for emptiness.
But stillness is not absence — it is presence.
Silence is not emptiness — it is fullness.
The first step is the collapse of the dream that you needed to step at all.
It is the ending of the race you never had to run.
It is the falling away of the map that was never needed.
You do not awaken by moving forward.
You awaken by falling inward.
You do not find God by climbing mountains.
You find God by dissolving the illusion that He was missing.
There is no beginning because there is no separation.
There is no striving because there is no distance.
There is no winning because there was never a contest.
The soul that seeks is the soul that forgot it is already home.
Right now — without effort, without story —
you are already here.
Closer than breath.
Closer than thought.
Closer than anything you could ever name.
The first step was never a step.
It was a remembrance.
A sigh.
A surrender.
A breath so ancient it carried your true name before the world knew how to speak.
You are not walking toward something.
You are dissolving into what you already are.
And that —
is enough.
It always was.
Breathe.
Be.
Remember.