The Truth That Didn't Arrive In Words

Some truths do not arrive like thunder. They arrive like breath.

No voice. No message. Just a knowing that spreads quietly through your bones.

You don’t remember where it came from. Only that you didn’t think it.

You felt it. And once it touched you, you could no longer unknow it.

There are moments when you stop seeking, and something begins speaking. Not to your mind, but from a place deeper than thought. It doesn’t explain. It doesn’t prove. It simply is.

The Tao does not declare itself. It moves like water.

The Self does not announce itself. It waits until you’re quiet enough to notice.

And then, one day while walking, or sitting, or doing nothing at all, you just know.

No argument. No concept. No grand arrival.

Just… here.

there are truths you,

cannot read, cannot hear, cannot say,

they live behind your ribs,

they wait beneath the noise,

and when they come,

they do not raise their voice,

they dissolve your questions,

not with answers,

but with presence.

If you feel something shifting but cannot name what it is. Trust it.

Not every truth arrives in words. Some just ask to be remembered.

You are not confused. You are being rewritten.

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