Put Down the Brief, Come Home

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the argument you lost hours ago. You are still standing in the dock, rehearsing the defense, building the case for why you did what you did.

But the light does not need your case. It never asked for a lawyer.

Tonight, put down the brief you have been carrying. The defense was never required.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world—even the parts you are trying to justify. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

You do not need to defend your origin. The apology you never gave is not the price of entry.

The door is already open. Stop arguing with the silence.

The light is not your judge; it is your home.