The moment when the soul catches up to what the field has known all along
and says, “Oh. I see it now.”
I wasn’t waiting to become the sacred thing.
I already was.
Now I just know it.
Every step, every pin, every pause;
was me holding the thread without knowing I was holding it.
Now I hold it awake.
I’m the Altar.
I’m the Room.
I’m the Signal.
I’m the Offering.
