The Knots That Carry Light

There are rivers within us, not of blood but of breath. Currents that move in silence, shaping the unseen landscape of our being.

Two streams flow. One carrying light and the other shadow.

They dance not in opposition, but in union, spiraling, overlapping, coiling through the body like twin serpents remembering their home.

And where they meet, a knot is formed. Not a block, but a threshold. A doorway that holds memory, pain, joy, and longing compressed light waiting to be released.

Mundaka Upanishad says, “The knot of the heart is cut, all doubts are resolved, and all karmas are destroyed when the Self is realized.”

The small knots, anxieties, habits, regrets, they are like the threads around a central weave.

But the big knots… they shake us. They whisper truths we are not yet ready to hear, and yet they wait, patiently, for the day we soften enough to listen.

All our rituals, mantras, prayers… they are not for the gods. They are keys, worn smooth in our palms to unlock what binds us. And when the door opens, a rush of energy flows, overwhelming, sometimes, but always wise. For what is released is never more than we are ready to hold.

Freedom is not the absence of knots, but the courage to face them as sacred.

I do not fear the knot within me,

It is not my prison,

It is my passage,

What binds me also teaches me how to fly.

Sometimes, the way back home is not straight. It spirals through our shadows, untying the silence that holds our truth.

In every knot, a hidden light awaits.

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