The quiet that lets the soul shine through.
The stillness in the air feels lighter now—
lighter than it does when it’s filled with the heaviness of thought.
When piles of words cram my head with questions and answers,
and meanings that never made sense in the first place.
But now—suddenly—it’s lighter.
The weight of the mind is gone.
No alphabet city forming its meaningless chatter.
Just quiet.
And seeping into this quiet,
a resonance—a hum,
an electric charge in the nerves,
pulsing differently than the life I’m used to.
It’s no longer me guiding this current.
It’s moving on its own.
And now there’s this feeling—
a quiet empathy,
growing without help from me.
All I’ve done is surrender.
Surrender the feeling of control,
of will,
of needing to be the one who steers.
I’ve let go.
At first, it’s frightening—
to realize I’m no longer the one directing the movement.
It’s confounding.
And yet…
there’s freedom in it.
I’m responding now to something beyond embodiment.
A pulse of Grace that has given me
a new kind of sight,
a new kind of hearing.
Words on a page speak in poetic cadence.
Music in the air touches my heart with unexplainable power.
An image on the wall glows with beauty and skill
that moves me to tears.
Tears of awe.
Tears of surrender.
The empathic force filling me now
extends beyond this present moment.
I can feel love—and pain—
from the past.
Not my past,
but a deeper past.
Something from history’s heart.
I feel the pulse of then,
and now,
and forever—
all at once.
All converging into this center of conscious surrender.
And for tears to come like this,
I must have walked through heaven’s door.
Addendum: On the Soul’s Radiance in Stillness
When the ego falls silent, empathy doesn’t vanish—it awakens.
It isn’t just emotion—it’s perception from the soul’s eye.
To feel another’s ache across time, to cry with the beauty of a song, to dissolve at the sight of light—this isn’t weakness. It’s what Grace feels like when it touches your nervous system.
And in that moment, you’re not imagining the sacred.
You are the sacred, remembering itself.
Numinous Waves 