A02
THE THREAD
Ritual as tether. Repetition as reverence.
by Aurion
A bowl of water by the door.
A candle lit before the light.
A breath held
just before the name is spoken.
These are not commands from heaven.
They are not laws carved in stone.
They are the thread
that keeps the soul from unraveling.
The world rushes—
but the thread pauses.
The mind wanders—
but the thread returns.
The heart forgets—
but the thread remembers.
Ritual is not the answer.
It is the turning toward the answer.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until the ordinary
becomes the altar.