The Light Within the Mirror

An old man, iron-masked, pressed a key into my hand one day. He said—the lock on your heart is yours alone to open.

The heart, after all, is a pen—held in another's grip. Whether it writes joy or sorrow, our life fills itself with the colours it paints. So I pray—let our future shine brighter than our past.

Sometimes we must fall silent and still. Then we must let the Creator speak. He made the door, He made the lock, and He alone has given us the key.

We are all locks, and we have not lost the key—it rests in the hollow of our palm. Only a true friend comes and opens our hand, brings that hidden key into our sight.

To know truth, you must see it directly. To guess at fire from smoke is not enough. External proof or excuse is merely the blind man's cane—proof only of his own blindness. The one who knows truth is the one who sees the fire with her own eyes.

In the depths of the heart, there is room for nothing but love. Yet greed—the hunger to possess—is the true enemy. Once the heart's door opens to love, it never closes again.

The universe, truly, is not outside—it is all within. Whatever you seek, you yourself are that. The beauty outside is only a reflection of what dwells within.

This is why love is the greatest subject of discourse—tonight, tomorrow night, and until the moment before death itself.
We ourselves are that eternal power that manifests as the universe. As waves are the play of the ocean, so too are we nothing but the manifestation of the cosmos itself.

You may think yourself small, yet the whole universe is folded within you. You are a letter written by God, a precious mirror in which His own face is reflected.

All the answers you seek lie already within you.
And one day, when you stop trying to become like another, then the true you reveals itself. Then you understand—hidden beneath all masks, you are infinite.