The vessel of light.

For a long time, a person believes that the more he collects within himself, the more complete he will be.

He puts on knowledge, experiences, recognition, experience, opinions — like clothes before winter, and in the process he does not even notice that the light no longer finds its way between the layers.

Then suddenly he gets tired.

Not in body, but in soul.

And he feels that satiety is not wealth, but weight.

Because as long as he is looking for an answer to everything, there is no room for miracles.

"Poverty of the soul" is not lack, but purity.

The moment when a person puts down what he no longer needs to carry.

When he lets go of the reasons and silence remains.

When he no longer wants to understand — just to be.

The light is not ignited in possession, but in emptiness.

There, where the soul is transparent, and the world can pass through it without breaking it.

Whoever reaches this point sees differently: he seeks not the form but the radiance.

Not the words, but what is behind them.

And when he looks at the world,

he asks not what he gets from it — but what he lets through it.

Spiritual poverty is therefore the vessel of light.

The man who no longer wants to be anything is finally filled with everything.