You Are the Silence Holding the Sound

It is 4am. The house is silent except for the recording playing back.

You hear your own voice, but it sounds wrong. Like a stranger mimicking your life, wearing your skin but missing the soul.

In this deepest hour, the disconnection feels absolute. You wonder if you have been performing so long that the real you has vanished.

But listen. The kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you.

When you come to know yourselves, then you will be known. That voice you hate?

It is just the echo of the mask you wear for the world. The true self is quieter.

It is the one watching the recording, not the one speaking. What you look forward to has already come, but you do not recognize it.

The light was there before the first word was recorded. It will be there after the file deletes.

You are not the stranger. You are the silence holding the sound.