“The empty mirror,” he said. “If you could really understand that, there would be nothing left here for you to look for.”
The Empty Mirror — A Journey Within
When you stop seeking, you begin to see.
Start it.
At the gates of the temple, the world falls away. You step forward, not out of certainty but need — a quiet hunger that words can’t name. The air feels slower here, aware of every breath. It is not arrival but surrender — the first small act of disappearing.
Break it.
Inside the stillness, the rituals turn to mirrors. Each gesture, each silence, reveals what you were trying not to see. You weep before the final act — not from despair, but from recognition. What you sought was never outside you. To awaken, something must break.
Dream it.
Through the autumn light, a presence returns — not memory, not illusion, but something familiar and whole. Love and loss dissolve into quiet balance. You see yourself reflected in what was once unknown. For a moment, everything is still. And the dream continues.
