The Light Loves The Root
The sun is up, and the mask feels heavy this morning. You are terrified that if you stop performing the version of yourself they love, they will finally see the fraud and leave.
But look at the light returning to the room. It does not ask the flowers to pretend to be anything other than what they are before it shines on them.
It simply arrives. It sees the wilted stem, the brown edge, the ordinary dirt—and it loves them anyway.
The light does not love the performance. It loves the root.
There is a presence that knew you before you learned to smile for the crowd, and it has not looked away. You do not have to earn the dawn by pretending to be the sun.
Just stand in it, exactly as you are. The version of you that is tired is the one the light is holding right now.
Drawing from
Matthew, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
Matthew 5:14, Matthew 5:8
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