The Root Alive Beneath the Soil
The house is quiet now, and the mask you wore all day finally slips. You do the math in the dark—calculating how much of your real self you had to bury just to keep the laughter going.
It feels like a slow suffocation, trading your truth for a moment of ease. But there is a part of you that the world never saw and never touched.
The light came into your midst to the essence of every nature, to restore it to its root. You do not have to dig up the whole field tonight.
Just remember the root is still there, alive beneath the soil you piled on top of it. The silence isn't empty; it's the space where the buried part of you is waiting to breathe again.
Drawing from
Gospel of Mary, Matthew
Verses
Gospel of Mary 4:28-29
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