Your Heart Needs to Come Home
In the deepest silence of your existence,
I have always been here.
Whispering the name
That only your heart recognizes.
You are light.
You are love
That words cannot contain.
You came from far away,
From stars that never fade.
But the journey asked you
To sleep for a while.
You forgot.
It was part of the agreement.
Yet this longing,
This longing never slept.
It stayed awake
Through every night you cried
Without knowing why.
In every lost gaze at the sky,
In every song
That stopped your world.
Today, it has decided
To speak louder.
You can no longer pretend
You do not hear it.
The door is open.
The light is waiting for you
From within.
Come, beloved soul.
It is safe
To come home now.
I walked through life
With a hole in my chest
That no one could see.
A silent emptiness
That food, success, applause,
Or human embraces
Could never fill.
I would wake up in the morning
Already tired,
As if I had fought all night
Against something I could not name.
I smiled at the world and said,
“I am fine.”
But inside,
I was begging for something
I did not even understand myself.
At parties,
At work,
In Sunday conversations,
I always felt
A little out of place.
Like I was speaking
A different language.
The worries of everyday life
Seemed so small,
While my soul was crying out
For something infinite.
I tried to fit in.
I tried to be normal.
But every time I succeeded,
A part of me died
A little more.
I would look at the night sky
And feel a sweet, ancient pain.
A longing that tightened my throat
And rose to my eyes.
As if the stars were old friends
I had promised to meet again,
And I was centuries late.
Songs about eternal love
Made me cry in secret,
Because deep down,
I knew this love existed for real.
Somewhere in another dimension,
In another version of me.
I searched in books,
With teachers,
In retreats,
In intense relationships.
Everything promised to fill me.
Nothing came close.
Everything was only a shadow
Of what my soul truly longed for.
I felt guilty
For not being able to be happy
Like everyone else.
“Why am I like this?
Why is nothing enough?”
I would ask the mirror.
The mirror did not answer.
But my heart,
It knew.
It waited patiently
For me to stop running.
There were nights
When I woke up crying
With no dream to explain it.
Just my chest overflowing
With an emotion
Too big for my body.
I felt crazy,
Or too special.
In both cases,
Deeply alone.
Friends did not understand.
Family thought it was an exaggeration.
And I would shrink myself,
Trying to be smaller
To fit into the world.
But the light
Never gave up on me.
It sent subtle signs:
Repeating numbers,
Synchronicities,
Dreams with radiant beings.
A small inner voice whispering,
“You are more than this.
Remember.”
And I pretended not to hear,
Afraid to believe,
Afraid of being disappointed once again,
Afraid of discovering
That I really was different,
And that it was beautiful.
Until the pain of separation
Became greater than the fear,
And this longing finally won.
It felt as if time stopped.
I was alone.
Maybe meditating,
Maybe just staring into nothing.
And suddenly,
A wave of warmth rose
From the center of my chest.
It was not fire.
It was light.
Liquid, golden, gentle light
That spread through my entire body.
I started to tremble.
Not from cold,
But from recognition.
The tears came first,
Slowly.
Then like a river
No one could hold back anymore.
I cried for all the years
I had denied myself.
I cried for every time
I made myself smaller
To be accepted.
I cried with a relief
So deep it hurt,
Because finally,
I was home.
I felt hands of light holding me.
Not physical hands,
But hands more real
Than any touch I had ever felt.
They wrapped around me completely.
And a voice,
Not from outside,
But from within,
Spoke with a tenderness
I had never imagined possible.
“Welcome back, my beloved.
You were never truly far away.
You only fell asleep.
And now,
Wake up.”
In that instant,
Everything made sense.
The sensitivity,
The loneliness,
The endless searching,
The tears without reason.
They were not flaws.
They were the map.
The map back to myself.
I felt love.
Real love.
The kind that asks for nothing,
That does not hurt,
That never leaves.
It had been inside me
The whole time.
And now,
It was overflowing.
I laughed through the tears.
A laugh that came from my soul,
Because I understood:
I was the love
I had been searching for
All along.
My chest hurt
From being so full.
I placed my hand there
And felt my heart beating differently,
Stronger,
More alive,
As if it had been given
A new life.
I saw with the eyes of my soul
Colors of a light
That do not exist on Earth.
Beings of pure kindness
Smiling at me,
Saying without words:
“You are one of us.
You always were.”
And then the sweetest,
Most familiar voice
Rose from my own center.
The divine light.
The love that heals.
The peace I searched for so long.
I am the home
I was looking for everywhere.
I am.
I repeated with a trembling voice,
My body still shaking with emotion:
I am the light.
I am divine.
I am free.
And for the first time in my life,
I truly believed it.
Now everything is different.
The world is still the same,
But I am not.
I see light in everything:
In people,
In difficult situations,
Even in pain,
Because I know everything is serving
The great awakening.
I no longer have hurry,
No fear,
Only a quiet joy
And an immense desire
To be a beacon,
To help other souls
Remember too.
If you are feeling something right now,
If your chest tightened,
If your eyes welled up,
If an ancient longing awakened,
Do not hold back.
Let it come.
This is your longing
Calling you back.
Back home.
Back to your light.
Back to your true self.
I am.
And so are you.
Divine light.
Infinite love.
Welcome
To your own embrace.
I am the light.
I am the divine light.
I am the light.
I am the divine light.
I am the divine light.
I am the light.
I am the divine light.