A letter from Zaheer: You are not a seeker... You are the source.
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A Letter from Zaheer
You are not a seeker... You are the source.
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I used to think I was lost.
Didn’t matter how much I had learned, how far I had come — I’d still have days where I’d freeze. Blank. Untethered.
My coffee would go cold in my hands. Life's screen open, blinking. Me, pretending to think. Really, just avoiding myself.
I’d chalk it down to confusion. I’d call it disconnection. I’d open another tab. Buy another book. Scroll for signs. Reflect harder. Write better answers to the wrong question.
Because deep down, I was sure clarity lived somewhere else. Out there. Ahead.
And I just hadn’t earned it yet.
But maybe you’re not lost.
What if you’re just… covered?
By noise. By urgency. By clever stories with no breath in them.
What if all the striving was a smokescreen? And the answers you seek… are behind the questions, not inside them?
Maybe you're not unclear — just overstimulated.
The fog? Not confusion. Just static.
You never left. You're just buried beneath everything they told you would make you whole.
We’ve mistaken the noise of our names for the presence of who we are.
You are not the seeker. You are the source. Burning through the fog of who you were told to be.
Pause. Don’t perform understanding. Let this land raw:
You don’t need to become anything.
That’s the lie. That’s the hook in your mouth. That’s the treadmill of self-development wearing the robe of spirituality.
Ugh, even that line is too polished. See? Still performing clarity sometimes. Still learning.
There is no “there.” There is no mountaintop moment. There is only this breath. And what you refuse to feel inside it.
You’re not behind. You’re not broken. You’re not too late.
You are… here. Beneath the noise. Beneath the roles. Beneath the bright, clever masks.
You’ve always been here. You’ve just been too busy reaching to notice.
It’s not your roles, your memories, or your individuality that’s the problem. It’s the habit of clinging to them as if they’re the whole story. That’s what veils the peace you never lost.
So stop reaching.
Let the search collapse. Let the questions rot. Let clarity return — not as a thing you found, but as what remains when nothing else is left to chase.
This isn’t a practice. It’s a remembering.
You don’t become it... You realize: you never weren’t it.
Here’s your dare: For five minutes, stop becoming. Drop the phone. Drop the story. Drop your name, if you can. And just sit. With whatever is there. Even if it’s nothing. Especially if it’s nothing.
Breathe. Wait. Listen.
Then ask:
What have I been calling lost… that was always here, quietly waiting to be seen?
No resolution. No clean close.
Just this:
You are not a seeker. You are the source. Burning through the fog of who you were told to be.
Let the thirst stay a moment longer. Let it burn. Then drink some water. You’re probably dehydrated anyway.
Zaheer
P.S. I don’t write these to teach. I write them to remember. If something stirred in you, hit reply. You don’t need the right words. Just write what’s real... I’ll read it. P.P.S. If you missed my letter from last week, read it here: I still scroll for affirmation... when the silence gets too loud
