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I sat beneath a tree
thinking.
And suddenly
those words
returned again.
As if someone
had been repeating them
for thousands of years.
I watched the branches sway,
shifting.
Every shadow
traced a thought
I knew before.
As if the sky
kept whispering them
through centuries of storms.
“You give more value
to what is outside.
I never asked
for giant buildings,
power,
or institutions.
I never spoke
of men becoming greater
than others.
I tried to tell you
that what you call God
already lives inside you.
The Father
does not belong to anyone.
It lives within
every living being.”
Yet you keep raising walls,
reaching.
You crown your fragile names
like kings
on fragile thrones.
You chase a distant light
that burns your hands
while you ignore the spark within.
I stayed beneath the tree,
listening.
The quiet truth
pressed gently
against my chest.
As if the earth
remembered me
more than I remembered it.
The wind moved softly.
And everything
turned into echo.
And the echoes
kept on ringing
like quiet strings.
And every note
kept on circling
inside of me.