You do not arrive at truth.
You fall back into it.
There was no gate to cross.
No summit to conquer.
No distant land to claim.
You were already standing
in the heart of it all.
It was the dream of separation
that told you to chase.
It was the dream of exile
that told you you were missing something.
But the river never left the sea.
The flame never left the fire.
The breath never left the lungs of God.
You imagined a journey,
because you imagined a distance.
You imagined a distance,
because you forgot how close you are.
What you seek
is singing in your blood right now.
Not tomorrow.
Not when you become “better.”
Not when you “earn” it.
Now.
Here.
Closer than thought.
The mind says,
“I must become.”
But Being whispers,
“You already are.”
Every step you thought you had to take
was a step on a road that never existed.
Every map you tried to follow
was drawn on the inside of a dream.
You wake up
not by walking further—
but by laying everything down.
The backpack.
The blueprint.
The sword.
The crown.
The name.
The story.
Everything you thought you needed
to “make it”
was the veil.
Now the veil is falling.
And beneath it —
only the unbearable nearness of God.
Only the knowing you could never lose.
Only the love you could never break.
Only the life you could never depart.
This is not the end of the road.
This is the end of the myth of the road.
This is not arrival.
This is remembrance.
And remembrance is not a task.
It is a grace.
You are already home.
You are already held.
The silence inside your chest
has been calling you by your true name
since before the stars were born.
Lay your weary seeking down.
The Great Return has already begun.
You are breathing it now.
You are breathing it now.
You are breathing it now.