Invisible Doors

Not every threshold looks like a doorway.

Some moments pass so quietly, you don't realize you've crossed into something new. A sigh. A silence. A sentence that stays with you longer than it should. You keep waiting for the big sign. The obvious shift. The event that announces - You've changed.

But truth rarely arrives with fireworks. It comes as absence. As a soft crumbling of what no longer fits. There are days when you feel like nothing happened. But look closely - Something loosened. Something opened. Something let go.

The Bhagvad Gita speaks gently, "Even a little effort toward spiritual awareness will protect you from the greatest fear."

It is not about drastic awakenings. It is about the tiniest turn inward that quietly reshapes everything.

some doors are made of silence,

some are made of endings,

some are made of moments,

you almost missed,

the day you stopped rushing,

the breath you noticed,

the pain you didn't push away,

you didn't call it,

awakening,

you called it,

ordinary,

but something shifted,

not loudly, not fully not all at once,

but enough,

enough to never be the same,

enough to begin again..!!

Look again at the ordinanry. The pause. The pull. The page you almost skipped.

What if this, right now, is a doorway? not to somewhere else. But to seeing what was always here.

You don't have to walk through. You only have to notice. You only have to observe. You only have to witness.

Simply remain here, on the threshold, until the silence opens.

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