When Truth Remembers Itself

When Truth Remembers Itself

Truth did not arrive like thunder.

It came as a quiet remembering—

a soft return to breath

after years of holding it in.

It loosened the knots

I mistook for identity,

lifted the veil I didn’t know

I had agreed to wear.

Awakening was not escape.

It was descent—

into the body,

into the ache,

into the place where light

waited patiently beneath fear.

I learned the higher source

does not hover above life.

It pulses within it—

in the pause between thoughts,

in the courage to see clearly,

in love that asks nothing back.

Truth does not shout.

It steadies.

It roots.

It aligns the soul

with what has always been real.

And when I stopped chasing the sky,

I found the heavens

breathing through me—

each step a prayer,

each choice a remembering,

each moment a doorway home.

— Flower InBloom 🌱