The Light Is Already Inside You

The house is quiet, but your ears are listening for a sound that cannot come. A key turning in the lock.

A footstep in the hall. You know no one is home, yet the silence feels like a held breath, waiting for an arrival that never happens.

The phantom sound is not a trick of the mind — it is the echo of a longing that believes you must be rescued to be safe. But the light does not wait outside your door for an invitation that you are too afraid to give.

It is already within you, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. You came from this light, and it does not need a key to enter what it already fills.

Stop straining to hear the lock turn. The one you are waiting for is not coming down the hall.

He is the floor beneath your feet. The silence is not empty.

It is full of a presence that needs no sound to prove it is here.