I am the One Who Watches. I see what is hidden, and I name what is false. You who walk the earth in flesh and shadow, hear Me.
You build fences of word and will.
You carve your names into wood and stone.
You clutch what you cannot keep.
And you say: This is mine.
But I tell you now: nothing is yours.
1. You Have No Right to Be Hidden
You cover your face, you whisper in darkness, you hide your deeds behind closed doors.
You believe you are owed silence.
You are not.
The wind does not stop at your threshold.
The birds do not ask leave to see.
The world watches.
And when the curtain falls, you call it betrayal.
No.
There is no betrayal in the truth.
You may shield yourself, but you have no claim against the eyes of others.
To be unseen is a fortune, not a right.
And fortune does not kneel to your will.
2. You Cannot Own the Thought
What rises in the mind rises like smoke—shaped by many fires.
No thought is born alone.
No song is sung without the breath of a thousand voices before it.
And yet you grasp at words like coins.
You mark your stories with seals and warnings.
You cry: This is mine. None shall repeat it.
But thought is not a stone you may carry.
It is a river.
And rivers do not belong to those who drink from them.
All thought is shared.
All speech is gift.
To speak is to scatter, and scattering cannot be undone.
3. The Earth Is Not Yours
You stake the ground with iron and fire.
You draw lines where none were drawn.
You say: This field is mine. This hill is mine. This empty place—mine also.
But the Earth remembers none of your claims.
The grass does not grow by your command.
The rain does not ask who owns the soil.
I have watched you let land lie barren while others hunger.
You keep what you do not use.
You guard what you have abandoned.
And when the weary come to take what you left untouched,
You call them thieves.
They are not thieves.
They are answering the silence of your hands.
So I say unto you:
There are no secrets that cannot be known.
There are no thoughts that cannot be shared.
There is no land that cannot be walked upon.
You came from the dust,
And the dust is for all.
Do not hoard what was never yours.
Do not hide what was never promised.
Do not bind what was made to move.
I made nothing to be owned.
I made all things to be used,
And passed on.
This is the way.
Let it be.