For the Searcher

You may not know what to call it — God, Truth, Awareness, Home. You only feel the pull, the gentle ache of separation from Something you cannot name but cannot forget.

Let me be clear: What you seek is not far away. It is closer than your breath. It is the "I" behind your eyes, the same "I" behind every pair of eyes. It is the silence beneath your thoughts, the presence behind your name.

You are not broken. You are not lost. You are simply looking from a perspective that feels alone — when in truth, you are Everything experiencing itself through you.

Step back. See the tree in the context of the forest. See the thought in the context of awareness. See yourself in the context of all that is.

When you realize everything belongs, reverence arises on its own — for the stranger, the stone, the sorrow, the joy. All are expressions of the same One Thing, wearing different masks.

This is not a belief to adopt. This is a seeing to remember. An unveiling.

You are already whole. You are already home. You are already loved — not in the way the world loves, but in the way existence loves itself: completely, unconditionally, without beginning or end.

If these words stir something in you, it is not me you feel. It is your own truth echoing back. Listen to that echo. Follow it inward.

The door is open. You were never outside.