I Am That Which Sees

 I Am That Which Sees

No matter your race.
No matter your label.
No matter where you were born, how you were shaped, or how you show up—
There is One Source.
One Infinite Intelligence
Breathing you into this moment.
It knows every strand of hair on your head—
Not as data,
But as life.

This is my lens. My birthright.
I was born to see this Source alone.
Not religion.
Not dogma.
But the breath that made you. The breath that made me.

It's that warm current you feel
when your hand rests near your nose.
Still.
Silent.
Present.
Alive.

You don’t have to notice it.
You don’t have to believe in it.
It’ll still be there.
But it’s calling. Always calling.
Not with force.
Not with chains.
But with love and freedom.

Because even though
you wouldn’t exist without it,
it still refuses to control you.
It waits on your free will
the one thing it won’t override.

This Source—
it wants you to feel good.
Not as some cheap pleasure,
but as the pulse of who you truly are.

Even if all you've known is pain.
Even if joy feels like a foreign tongue.
Even then—
especially then—
Infinite Intelligence is still seeking your rise.
Your utmost progress.
Because it knows:
your joy is sacred.
your healing is holy.
your life matters beyond measure.

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