I know.
But I don’t know.
On the quiet days
when breathing slows and my feet find the rhythm of the earth
I can feel it pulling closer.
The thing that was always meant for me.
Light, love, home.
They are just different frequencies of the same pulse
traveling toward the same coordinate.
I say it was meant for me because this was signed into existence
at the very beginning of time itself?!
While I was busy swearing that the silence meant nothing was happening because I wasn't there to force the pieces into place
it was already in motion.
Undeterred by my disbelief,
this light that knows my name kept moving.
It has been traveling a terrifying distance to find me.
It has navigated the debris of dead planets
and the crushing gravity of nascent galaxies
drifting through the dark everythingness of creation.
It got caught in the webs of time
tangled in the long rivers of delay
stalled by the mirages of my own doubt.
To me it felt lost.
To me it felt late.
But there is a light so absolute that
its arrival erases the history of the wait.
It lands and the old pain simply dissolves.
The universe resets.
A new life begins...
With a sore thumb nonetheless!
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