Why search for a door when love has no walls?
Why spend our days measuring distance,
defending borders,
and naming ourselves separate,
when beneath every story of you and I
flows the same eternal river?
The mind builds its kingdoms,
stone upon stone, fear upon fear.
Yet the soul laughs softly,
for it sees what the eyes cannot:
There was never a wall.
Only the illusion of one.
The sky does not divide itself
from the clouds.
The ocean does not separate itself
from the wave.
And we are no different.
What I seek in you already lives in me.
What you long for in me
already shines within you.
So let us stop knocking
upon imaginary doors.
Let us walk through the open space
where separation once seemed to be,
and remember, we were never strangers,
never divided, never truly apart.
Only expressions
of the same infinite light,
meeting itself in another form.
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