Why do you strain to become diamond when you are already light?

The oak never apologizes for its rough bark.

The river never questions its wetness.

They simply are, and that's why they can touch the infinite.

Your desperate need to shine apart leaves you standing alone.

What if the ordinary is the secret door?

Drop the mask. End the performance.

In that sweet collapse, discover what was never lost.

Clouds floating over the trees.

Morning coffee steaming.

The rhythm of your breath.

This unremarkable, ordinary moment.

Already here.

Already complete.

Already home.