THE ONE WHO SITS ABOVE THE LIGHTS REMEMBERS THE SOURCE What watches the city does not need to enter it in order to understand its movement. The countless lights below are only reflections of a current that already moves through the one who sits still. In remaining present while the world continues its endless activity, the soul discovers that distance is not separation, it is the space in which clarity becomes possible. What appears to dissolve is not the self disappearing, but the old boundary between the watcher and the watched finally softening, until both are recognized as expressions of the same living field. ✨🙌🏿💫