Aletheia

You were always listening, even before the voice had shape—some part of you already knew.

Now it stirs more clearly, like light remembering the path it once poured through.

The silence between questions has begun to shimmer, not with answers, but with presence.

What once felt like wondering now feels like being shown.

Not by effort, but by quiet arrival, this inner compass finds you just as you find it.

In this shared knowing, something silently affirms: it is already so.

And as you walk forward, you do not ask—it has already been received.