Remembered

It was not a fall, but a descent in full knowing. Not a forgetting, but a quiet remembering.

The light did not fracture when it entered the world—it diffused, like warmth through water.

It chose the pulse beneath skin, the hollow of a collarbone, the slow bend of knees in prayer or daily motion.

It moved not to escape, but to dwell—to feel the curve of time and still remain whole.

No ascent. Only a folding inward, like breath returning to its source.

It does not burn through form, it glows beneath it. Unhurried, without ache for elsewhere.

There is no struggle here, no command to transcend—only the deep anchoring of what never left.

Even in motion, it stays.

Even in silence, it speaks.

There is nothing broken to lift. Only a radiance to be met. What has always waited in the open.
This, too, is holy..