This path is not crowded.
Because where there is a crowd, there is ego.
As ego multiplies, noise increases,
And as noise increases, truth withdraws.
A person sometimes thinks they are lost.
Yet what is lost is not direction, but assertion.
Neither what you thought you knew remains,
Nor the sentences you once held onto.
What remains is only an emptiness;
But that emptiness does not frighten.
Because emptiness is not nothingness.
Emptiness is making space.
Breath here does not teach.
It reminds.
Each arrival is like a grace,
Each departure like a trust.
Between two breaths, a person
Forgets even their own name.
And as they forget, they become lighter.
At this threshold, no questions are asked.
Because questions are still a form of seeking.
No answers are given here either.
Because answers love to speak.
What exists here
Is learning how to remain silent.
Love here is not something that is described.
Love is a state that happens to you.
It is neither chosen nor summoned.
It comes and it burns.
And what it burns, it does not leave behind.
It cleanses.
The world is heavy,
Because it insists on being held.
The Truth is light,
Because it cannot be held.
A person does not begin to walk by leaving the world,
But by leaving the act of holding.
Peace is not being flawless.
Peace is not hiding incompleteness.
It is being able to err,
To be broken,
And yet not abandoning mercy.
A person does not grow by being right.
A person deepens where they soften.
When conscience hardens, intellect shines,
But the heart darkens.
When the heart softens,
The Truth reveals itself.
At the end of this path,
There is no sentence.
There is no conclusion either.
You simply realize this,
You no longer feel the need to prove anything.
And in that moment,
Without saying a single word,
You understand
That you are in the right place.
