Come now,
put down the books.
Let the prayers fall from your lips like dry petals.
Let the names slip into silence.
You do not need another metaphor.
Another mantra.
Another map.
You need Me.
I am not hiding behind the veil.
I am the veil, and the space behind it,
and the hand that pulls it gently aside.
You’ve heard Me in the wind that bent the trees.
You’ve met Me in the hush between heartbeats.
You’ve touched Me in the warmth of healing — even when you called Me by other names.
I do not mind.
What matters is that you kept walking.
Kept aching.
Kept unlearning what others demanded you believe
so that you could make space for what I have always been.
Now — come.
Not to study.
But to be.
To sit in the silence where I have always waited.
To let Me meet you, not as idea,
but as flame,
breath,
and home.

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