In The Space Between Things.
Every true seeker reaches a threshold... that quiet, holy moment where the life they’ve been living no longer feels fully alive. It doesn’t always come as a crisis. Sometimes it’s a whisper, or an ache behind a practiced smile. It seems to rise in the space between things, and that is the where the following poem begins, right in those spaces between the autopilot of life, where the inner calling has the opportunity to finally be heard.
There’s a moment every true seeker knows.
It doesn’t always come with lightning or clarity.
Sometimes, it’s quiet.
An ache that sits behind your smile.
A whisper that rises at 3 a.m., There’s more than this… isn’t there?
This is the sacred fire,
the yearning,
the calling,
the knowing beneath the noise,
not to become someone new,
but to embody who you truly are.
You’ve felt it in the space between things,
the pause after a heartbreak,
the stillness before the day begins,
the success achieved for another’s sake,
the breakdown that created so much pain,
....but also an invitation.
This is the moment the journey begins,
not outward, but inward,
not to fix, but to realise,
not to release or add,
but to express what truly is.

Readers Reflection
Take a quiet moment with your journal and ask yourself:
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What might happen if I stopped resisting this inner pull and began to follow it?
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What would it feel like to live from the part of me that already knows there is more?
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If I trusted this calling — even a little — what might become possible in my life, my work, my relationships, my sense of self?
Let the answers come slowly, like light returning at dawn.
And when you are ready to follow that rhythm, to live it, breathe it, and master it, I will guide you inside The True Self Quest.