There is a place within me that does not speak.
It does not explain.
It does not persuade.
It does not prove.
It is a space where even light whispers.
A temple not found somewhere far away,
but in the silence between two breaths,
in the moment when everything outside grows quiet
and you are left alone with who you truly are.
In this temple, nothing is asked of you.
Not to be strong.
Not to be calm.
Not to be ready.
There, it is allowed to simply be.
The silence in this space is not empty.
It is alive.
It wraps around you like a veil
and returns you to your natural frequency.
The temple of quiet light is not entered through words,
but through presence.
Not through learning,
but through letting go.
Not through effort,
but through surrender.
Here, you realize that light does not need to be loud.
That it does not need to be radiant,
nor big,
nor dramatic.
Sometimes it is only a trembling trace
at the edge of your awareness,
just strong enough
to remind you that you are not lost.
That you are not broken.
That you are in the process of returning.
The temple of quiet light is the place where the heart aligns
with what the soul already knows.
A place where you stop chasing answers
and begin to listen for them.
A place where light is no longer the goal,
but the natural state of your being.
When you enter this temple,
you do not find the light.
You remember
that you have carried it within you all along.