I don’t want to leave without trying one more time to show you the spark. Not the one in the sky, but the one inside— the one that flickers behind your tired eyes when you remember love. You don’t have to believe me. You never did. But I’ve seen the sacred place where everything we carry just falls away— and what’s left is light. And breath. And peace so quiet it hums. I touched it once with the help of a plant older than memory, and in that place, I wasn’t alone. Everything was connected— like a song you forgot but always knew. I came back to tell you. To hold out my hand before I go. Because I see you, trapped in the rush, fighting the silence, afraid to look in. But my love, there’s nothing to fear there. Only everything you’ve been longing for. I know you’ll hear this one day. Maybe after I’ve left this skin, this name— maybe only then will the words sink in. But if you’re hearing this now, while I still walk beside you— come sit with me. Just once. In stillness. And I’ll show you what I found. It was never mine to keep. It’s yours too. It’s always been. Just close your eyes, and listen. I’ll be right here.
