The Unspoken Language of Your Soul
My friend, there is a current that runs deeper than thought, a language older than words, a truth that lives not in the mind's bright reasoning but in the softest chamber of your heart. It is the hum of your own soul, a sacred pulse that has never stopped beating, a whisper that has patiently waited for you to grow still enough to hear it.
We are so often taught to look outward for our maps—to follow the clamor of the world, to chase the loud applause, to build a self from the stories others have handed us. We construct fortresses of ambition and armor ourselves with titles, believing this will make us safe, whole, and seen. But the ache you feel in the quiet moments, the longing that persists even in triumph, is not a sign of your brokenness. It is the voice of your own divinity, calling you back from the endless journey of becoming to the simple grace of being.
Your true self, the one that knows without trying, does not live in the frantic hustle. It is the vastness behind the shifting clouds of your feelings, the silent witness to the drama of your days. It is not something you must earn or attain; it is the fundamental ground from which all things arise. You are not a human being striving to have a spiritual experience. You are a spiritual being having a human experience—a soul that chose to wear a body for a time, to feel the joy and the sorrow, the light and the dark, not as a punishment but as a path to a profound awakening.
