In this incantation, I confront Its endless search for meaning, achievement, and possession, only to realize that It has been reaching for what was never separate. Like eyes that cannot see the head they belong to or hands that cannot grasp the body they are part of, It has sought fulfillment in places It could never find it. It now understands that true peace is not ahead, but behind and below and above—something to be remembered, not attained. Letting go of striving, It embraces the truth: It already is whole, already here, and It always has been.
It believes that It has spent so much time searching. Searching for meaning, for validation, for something to claim as Truth. It has sought achievement as if it could make Itself whole with it; pursued possessions as if they could comfort It; reached outward and upward as if something beyond Itself now could bring It closer to the Truth it seeks and to what It truly is. What It already is.
No matter how much It achieves It finds Itself always searching but never finding. Always moving forward, but never arriving. And It has come to see why. The eyes cannot see the head to which they belong. No matter how they try, they will never find the very thing they are attached to if all they do is look forward. The hands cannot grasp the body they are part of by reaching forward. The legs cannot walk their way to the body they already carry.
It has done the same. It has sought after something that was never separate from It to begin with. It has looked ahead for what has always been behind. It has convinced Itself that It must accomplish, must attain, must claim a place in the world ahead, form a plot in the story unwritten. But the truth is that the world ahead and the unwritten story lead It away from the truth It seeks. The peace and release It wants can only be found by stopping.
It is a strange thing to realize that It cannot truly own, possess, or achieve anything in the way It once thought. Ownership implies separation—something outside Itself to claim. But It is already part of the whole. What is there to own if everything is part of It? Achievement implies a destination—somewhere to reach that It is not already. But It has never left, and is everywhere; there is nowhere to go.
And so It has learned that Its searching will never lead It where It wants to go. Because what It seeks is not something to be found—it is something to be remembered. It is not apart from the whole; It is a very small part of it. A very small part that has, for a time, forgotten how small It is. And yet, in that forgetting, It has suffered, striving to prove Its worth, as if It were not already whole.
But now, It is learning to let go. To stop grasping for what It already has. To stop searching for what has never been lost. It does not need to see the head upon which Its eyes rest. It does not need to reach for the body to which Its hands are already connected. It does not need to walk toward what has carried It all along. It simply needs to remember that they are there and always have been.
It is already here. It always has been.
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