All is God

In the leaf and in the storm. In the stranger and in the self. In the first breath and in the last. Look far enough into anything, and you find the same light looking back. All is God — not a distant judge seated somewhere above the clouds, but the presence that breathes quietly through everything that exists.

If the divine is in all things, then nothing is truly separate. The person across from you is not other than you. The earth beneath you is not a resource but a relative. Every cruelty is a wound the whole gives itself; every kindness, the whole remembering what it is.

You spend your life feeling apart — small, alone, adrift. But you were never outside of it. You are one of the countless ways the universe has found to open its eyes and behold itself.

You are not separate from it.
You never were.