As Above, So Within - A Morning Diary on Mirrors, Shadows, and Becoming Whole
Morning. A little past five. The light hasn't yet decided if it wants to be day and hangs in the air like dust, like a hesitation. I breathe slowly and listen to the house being silent. In these first minutes, before the world asks anything of me, I have the feeling that I can finally see more clearly. Not outward, but inward. And I think that for my whole life I have been looking in the wrong direction. For a long time I believed life was happening to me. That people come, they wound, they love, they betray, that circumstances arrange themselves like randomly thrown stones. And now, in this silence where even my prayer is more of an exhale than of words, I begin to suspect something much quieter and much more frightening. That the outer world is a mirror of the soul . Not a metaphor, not a pretty thought from a book, but a literal, almost physical law. That what I call reality is simply a reflection of my inner landscape . Everything I carry in my chest - my unfinished...
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