Light Shines Even in Silence

The afternoon hums with a noise you can no longer join. You hear their laugh in your head, clear as glass, and realize your own throat has forgotten how to shape the sound.

It feels like a death—the death of the person you were before the silence fell. But listen closely.

The light does not require your voice to be whole to dwell within you. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when that person cannot speak.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. Your origin is not your laughter.

Your origin is the radiance that existed before you ever made a sound. The silence is not an absence.

It is the space where the light learns to shine without the echo.