Come back

Why do you keep searching

as if love were not here,

as if the door were not open,

as if you were not already near?

You wander the world

asking every question

except the one that listens

to where you are.

Come back.

Come back.

Not to a place,

but to the truth

that has never left you.

The ache you carry

is not an enemy.

It is a voice

calling you closer.

What you name as longing

is only love

remembering itself

inside you.

Come back.

Come back.

To the breath in your chest,

to the stillness that knows.

Do not try to become worthy.

You already are.

Do not try to reach the light.

It is reaching you.

Sit for a moment.

Let go of the effort.

Let yourself be found.

You are the seeker

and the answer,

the prayer

and the listening.

What you have been asking for

is asking

through you.

When you stop running,

the path appears.

When you stop speaking,

the truth sings.

Come back.

Come back.

To what is simple.

To what is true.

You were never separate.

You were only forgetting.

And now,

you remember.

Stay here.

Love is doing

what it has always done—

being you.