spiritual rebirth

  • When the Sky Kept Its Promise

    I always knew this day would come. Not because someone told me.Not because I read it in a book.But because there was something ancient in me that never doubted it. The day the planets would line up.The day the sky would stop whispering and start speaking plainly. I wanted to take you with me. I…

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  • Nothing— Not the kind that means absence, but the kind that trembles with everything that has not yet chosen a shape. A silence so full it feels like the inhale before a universe decides whether or not it wants to be born. I wait for the thought to arrive, but the waiting feels strange now.…

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  • There is no stage anymore. No spotlight. No darkness waiting to be lifted.Just the awareness of something breathing in a place where lungs do not exist. I am awake, but not the way waking used to feel.There is no body to open its eyes, no mind to name the moment, no soul to crawl out…

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  • The room was nothing but darkness and breath, a black velvet void where time had long ago decided it was no longer needed. There were no walls, no doors, no clocks, no windows—only a single white spotlight hanging like a quiet moon above two figures seated across from each other. She was the Mind, sharp-eyed,…

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