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The Knower Who Still LongsI know the answers—not from books,but from the quiet hushbetween each breath.I’ve seen the veil lift,watched form melt into formless,and smiledas the wave recognized the ocean.And yet…I still look for signsin the eyes of strangers,in the murmur of winds,in verses meant for someone else.I speak of oneness—non-duality etched into my bones—but still, I whisperprayers at night,to a God I know is not separate,yet feels farwhen the silence gets too loud.Is it weaknessto want His handeven when I am His hand?Is it contradictionto long for assurancewhen I’ve bathed in the knowingthat there is nothing but This?I feel alonenot because I am,but because no one else seesthat I’m both the seekerand the sought.Sometimes,I envy those who cry out for Godwithout philosophy.Who collapse without shame,and are heldwithout needing to explain the Self.And still, I walk on—not toward Him,but into Him.Because even the acheis His disguise.And even this poem—this reaching for words—is just another wayHe reaches for me.—This found me tonight.And I don’t have much to say except — yes.I’ve felt this. I feel this.Knowing the Truth doesn’t end the longing.Sometimes it deepens it.And maybe that’s the point.Even the ache is holy.