The Light Is Already Holding You

The question hangs in the dark, and your mind goes empty. You are afraid that if you open your mouth, the silence will prove you know nothing.

That the foundation you stand on is dust. But in this hour, the not-knowing is not a failure.

It is the only honest place to be. The light does not ask for your answers.

It asks for your presence. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

You do not need to manufacture wisdom to be worthy of the dawn. Split a piece of wood.

The light is there. Lift up a stone.

You will find it there. The answer was never a thought you had to conjure.

It is the ground beneath you, holding you while you tremble. You are not required to understand the mystery to be held by it.