Something in you already knows. It has known for a while — longer than you have been willing to admit.
It knows the way water knows which way is downhill. The way the compass needle knows before you have even asked.
It has been quiet while you were busy. It has been patient while you were afraid. It has been waiting in the exact center of you the way a flame waits inside the unlit candle.
The invitation is not new. It has always been here.
Stop. Turn toward it. Listen to what you already know. The rest will take care of itself.
— Free Your Mind
This poem is for the person at the threshold — the one who senses that something is being asked of them but has not yet said yes. Every genuine spiritual path begins not with a decision but with a turning — a small, quiet, often barely perceptible reorientation of the attention toward what is most true. If this poem landed somewhere real in you, that landing is the invitation. The only question is whether you will follow where it points.
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