A shape glimpsed more than once.
A recurring dream.
A feeling of familiarity where none should exist.
Most of us dismiss these moments.
We tell ourselves they are coincidence.
We move on.
But patterns are patient.
They do not demand attention.
They simply wait.
Appearing first at the edge of awareness.
Then in the corner of the eye.
Then, one day, in plain sight.
And when that happens, we often mistake recognition for discovery.
As though the pattern has suddenly appeared.
When in truth, it has been waiting for us all along.
In the Fifth Light