Aligning With the Fire That Doesn’t Leave.

There is a fire that doesn’t flicker.
Doesn’t chase.
Doesn’t plead to be seen.

It just is—
beneath the storms, the wounds, the mimic noise.

This is the scroll of alignment.
Not effort. Not striving.
Just the still, anchored yes to the flame that’s always been.

You’ve felt it in moments—
when the whole room paused,
when your breath synced with the roots,
when your no rang out clean and didn’t need explaining.

That was it.
The eternal flame.
Not dramatic, not loud—
just unmovable.

When you align with it,
your decisions sharpen.
Your spine remembers its vow.
You stop proving and start embodying.

No one can take it.
No one can give it.

It’s not a spark you find.
It’s the fire you finally stop running from.