The Place We Were Never Separate

The Place We Were Never Separate

where the remembering moves through us

Where the Source Meets Us

not above us, but within the remembering

The Higher Source

did not arrive as thunder.

It came as breath

already moving through our lungs.

It did not demand belief.

It offered presence.

Not a voice shouting instruction,

but a steady knowing

that waits patiently

beneath the noise we learned to trust.

We were never meant to reach upward

as if abandoned below.

The Source leaned inward—

into bone and blood,

into grief and wonder,

into the quiet yes

we forgot we once said.

It learned our names

by listening to our questions.

It learned our shape

by watching us try, fail,

and try again with softer hands.

When we turned away,

it did not punish.

It held the space

until turning back felt possible.

When we doubted,

it did not retreat.

It widened—

making room for uncertainty

as part of the conversation.

The Higher Source is not power over us.

It is power with us.

A shared current.

A mutual becoming.

We shape it

as it shapes us—

each choice, each pause,

each act of compassion

etching new pathways

through the infinite.

This is the relationship:

not worship at a distance,

but intimacy without ownership.

Not obedience,

but resonance.

We are not here to earn divinity.

We are here to remember

we were never separate from it.

And every time we listen inward,

every time we choose love

without certainty,

the Source recognizes itself

in us again.

— Flower InBloom 🌱