This wasn’t something I figured out or reached for. It arrived inside me, quietly, without effort. I wrote it down to remember the feeling. To honor what I didn’t summon.
I think you know your spiritual journey has taken a turn when something appears inside you—without your coaxing, without your willing it through sheer determination.
You don’t command these whispers.
In fact, they slip in unnoticed, with such quiet you cannot touch them—not even with thought.
This is the breath of unconditional love.
It is sweet, like nectar—not pouring through your insides, but drizzling outward. Expanding lightly. A numinous wave of sensation.
And when it reaches the chest, it lights up your entire being.
This is grace. Unexpected, unearned.
We may hope it arrives before we shed the body,
but its surprise nudges us gently away from hope.
Away from dreams.
It asks nothing.
It simply gives.
And we learn, then, to sit in silence.
To taste awe itself as it moves within—quietly, gently—
marked only by the resonance of tears that tell us:
It was here.
Numinous Waves 