There is a path that cannot be seen with the eyes
and cannot be measured by distance,
yet it leads deeper than any road a human can walk
into one’s own light.
The Path of Light does not begin in the outer world.
It does not begin with a decision, a wish, or a plan.
It begins in the moment you feel you can no longer live
far away from yourself.
It is not a straight path.
It moves in spirals,
in circles,
in returns,
in awakenings that rise
only when the soul decides it is time to remember.
The Path of Light is gentle
and at the same time unyielding.
It does not ask you to be perfect,
but it asks you to be honest.
To peel away the layers you learned to wear
so the world around you would stay calm.
To return to who you were
before you learned to doubt yourself.
On this path, it is not the mind that leads you.
It is a frequency.
A sign.
A silence.
A moment you feel in the body as a whisper:
“This is your way.”
On the Path of Light, you are not given maps.
You are given sensations.
You are not given answers in advance.
You are given the courage to step
before you know where it leads.
And as you walk, you discover
the path does not lead to the light.
It returns you
to the light you have always carried.
The Path of Light is not a direction.
Not a goal.
Not a teaching.
It is a homecoming.
A return to your truth.
A return to your peace.
A return to the rhythm of your soul.
For light was never where you searched for it.
Light is where you return to yourself.