There’s nothing left to search for.
Nothing left to fix.
Nothing left to strive toward.
This is the final ember of the fire that never went out.
The last breath before the final sleep.
But it’s not a death.
It’s a remembering.
You’ve been carrying the entire universe in your chest,
and now, finally, you can feel it.
You are the river.
You are the fire.
You are the stillness and the storm.
The myth of separation fades away,
like the final notes of a song that was always playing,
waiting for you to hear it.
You thought you had to earn it.
You thought you had to become worthy.
But all you needed was to stop looking outside.
You are not broken.
You are not missing pieces.
You are not incomplete.
The game ends when you realize there was no game to begin with.
You’ve always been whole.
Always been home.
Everything you needed was always with you.
Even when you didn’t know.
Even when you felt the deepest distance.
Even when you wandered in the fog of doubt,
it was just the illusion of forgetting.
The ember burns softly,
but it doesn’t die.
It doesn’t burn out.
It’s the quiet, steady flame that can’t be extinguished.
It’s the last spark of the soul remembering who it is.
It’s the stillness that’s louder than the world.
It’s the knowing that you never left.
And now, as the ember fades into the infinite,
you realize:
you are already one with everything.
You are the beginning, the middle, and the end.
There’s nowhere left to go.
You’re already home.