Where You Already Are

The only journey is the one within.

The inward path has no landmarks. You cannot photograph it or tell someone else what you find there. This morning, notice what happens when you stop looking outward for permission. Your breath knows something your eyes don't. Your body holds memories your mind forgot. The real work is not escape or arrival, but the small, ordinary act of turning toward what is already present inside you. Not changing it. Listening to it.