No horizon separates you from God.
No chasm stands between you and life.
The idea of distance was the dream.
The feeling of exile was the veil.
You never left.
You only fell asleep to where you are.
You are not walking toward the light.
You are made of the light.
You are not climbing toward heaven.
You are breathing it now.
Every ache of longing
was not proof of absence —
it was proof of nearness too deep to name.
The mind imagined a gap.
The heart never moved.
The mind imagined a ladder.
The soul was already at the summit.
When you fall silent enough to listen,
you hear it —
the collapse happening beneath every breath.
The collapse of seeking.
The collapse of distance.
The collapse of the imagined exile.
You thought you needed to journey across oceans of time and trial
to find the Kingdom.
But the Kingdom unfolded the moment you stood still.
The road was never long.
The road was never real.
It was a mirror,
reflecting back your own steps
until you remembered you were already here.
Presence was never far away.
Presence is the space in which distance appears and disappears.
You do not need to run anymore.
You do not need to climb anymore.
You do not need to pray for wings.
You are already seated in the heart of it all.
The return is not a destination.
The return is the breaking of the spell.
Right here, in this breath —
the distance folds into nothing.
Right here, in this breath —
you are closer than thought,
closer than feeling,
closer than memory.
The whole sky pours into your chest.
The whole river of life crashes into your veins.
You were never abandoned.
You were never cast away.
The distance was the illusion.
The collapse is the gift.
And the gift is already in your hands.
Right now.
Right now.
Right now.