If the soul doesn't hate.
What the world gives.
It does not hit success.
It does not hate approval.
It does not hit speed.
You can have everything.
And still feel and grow inside.
Because it's so.
It's something else.
It is presence.
It is truth.
It is the moment when you stop pretending.
One real conversation feeds you more than a hundred empty ones.
One minute of real silence feeds you more than a day of noise.
The soul is simple.
It is patient.
It is not waiting for a better you.
It is waiting for you.
As you are now.
So the question is not what is missing in my life.
The question is where I'm not present in my life.
When you are present,
The soul is fit.
When the soul is fit.
Nothing is missing.
Come back.
Sit at your own table.
The meal is ready.
You live as if you were late,
Late for your dreams,
Late for your healing.
Laid for your life.
But late.
Compare it to what?
The river is never late.
The tree does not rush its fruit.
No one says the winter is long.
Only the mind counts the days.
The soul lives in Novatay.
A time with no clocks.
In this time.
You are not behind.
You have never been behind.
Everything you have lived,
Even the fall,
Even the years that seem lost,
The soul was hitting it slowly,
So brave.
You are annoying.
You are ripening it.
And the water ripples slowly.
Now reaches deeply.
Consciousness is like a visitor.
Knocked softly.
Many times a day.
In the smell of coffee.
In the light of the world.
In the silence between two thoughts.
Most of the time,
We do not answer.
We are Buzzy.
We say,
Later.
And the visitor waits.
It never forces the door.
It never leaves.
But sometimes,
Maybe late now.
A wee weapon.
And everything changes.
The same room,
The same life,
The same you,
But alive.
This is how the soul is fit.
Not by hating something.
With opening the dough.
You don't need an hour.
You need three seconds of yes.
Yes,
I'm here.
Yes,
I feel this.
Yes,
This moment is my life.
Three seconds of yes.
And the soul is fit for the whole day.
The visitor is knocking now.
Can you hear it?
