The Wound That Opens

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

Love does not arrive gently. It arrives as a disruption — a sudden awareness that you are not complete, that something in you has been waiting without knowing it was waiting.

The wound love creates is not a mistake. It is the opening. Before love, we are sealed — protected, yes, but also closed. Love breaks the seal. And through that break, something larger than yourself begins to enter.

Rumi understood this. He did not write about love as comfort. He wrote about love as fire, as longing, as the reed cut from the reed bed, crying for what it has lost. The cry itself is the music.

If you are hurting because of love, you are not failing at love. You are experiencing it fully. The ache is the proof that something real has touched you.

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