Wanting is the echo of separation.
It arises the moment the infinite forgets it already holds what it seeks.
In essence, it’s movement—life reaching toward itself through the illusion of distance.
When you see it, wanting folds back into its source and becomes pure current again, ungrasping, undirected.
Then what once was desire becomes radiance—
not a reaching for, but a shining as.
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