Threads of Light

Threads of Light

Where we meet, the world remembers its own reflection.

Every being is a mirror
angled toward another piece of truth.
None of us holds the whole reflection.
But when we turn to one another
with wonder instead of fear,
the world finally sees itself
clearly.

When I look closely, everything is both distinct and familiar. The veins of a leaf echo rivers. The curl of a shell mirrors a galaxy. There’s sameness in the pattern, difference in the expression.

I used to think my uniqueness set me apart, but it simply makes me another rhythm of the same great pulse. The more I listen, the more I feel how everything—every tree, every breath, every being—moves to one quiet heartbeat wearing a thousand forms.

The universe is not asking us to be the same. It’s asking us to remember that sameness and difference are the two hands of creation—one shaping, one holding. We are made of both: the shared breath that unites us, and the particular rhythm that makes us who we are.

When we see through this lens, difference becomes devotion, sameness becomes belonging, and the whole world becomes a mirror turning toward itself in wonder.

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