the silent panic of realizing you have forgotten what your unguarded laughter sounds like

Your Laughter Waits Beneath the Silence

The house is quiet, and in the silence, you realize you cannot remember the sound of your own unguarded laughter. It feels like a loss so deep it might be permanent.

But the light that lives inside you was there before the silence fell, and it remains there now. Split a piece of wood; the light is there.

Lift up the stone, and you will find it there. The joy you are searching for is not a memory you have to recover — it is the very ground you are standing on.

Your laughter is not gone; it is simply waiting for you to stop holding your breath.

Drawing from

Gospel of Thomas, Sophia of Jesus Christ

Verses

Thomas 77, Sophia of Jesus Christ 103:10-13

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