The Alchemy of Longing

The ache you feel is not your own; it is the breath of the universe moving through you, the pulse of something ancient and forgotten. It stirs in your chest like a restless wind, calling you to remember a way of being that was once woven into the very fabric of existence. This longing, so tender and unrelenting, is the voice of the sacred itself, whispering, Bring me back. Dream me awake.

It is the memory of balance, the echo of a world that knew love as a gateway to the divine. It is the hum of the temples, the murmur of carved stone, the rhythm of lives once lived in reverence for the union of opposites. It lives in you now, not by chance, but because you are a keeper of this truth.

This longing is alive. It is a force, a creation, a movement. It softens the places within you that have grown hard. It calls forth the parts of you that have stayed hidden. It teaches you to remain open, even when the world tells you to close. It is not asking you to fill it or fix it; it is asking you to let it flow through you, to trust it as the wisdom it is.

Your longing is not separate from the sacred. It is the sacred in motion, the divine yearning for union through your vessel. Feel the way it stirs in your chest, how it hums in your bones. This is not an emptiness; it is a fullness, a force of creation carving space within you. It is the same energy that pulls the tides, that births the stars, that threads the universe together. It is not waiting, it is becoming, through you.