The Quiet Threshold

I sense a Threshold: Light to Silence, Silence to Light – an ambiance of inspiration, in which the desire to be, to express, crosses with the possible Light to Silence, Silence to Light crosses in the sanctuary of art.

(Louis Kahn)

Pure Love and Light

do not arrive through effort.

They do not need

to be summoned,

improved,

or directed.

They flow

when

we stop

interrupting

them.

And there are moments

when the veil grows thin.

Not because

something new

is forced open,

but because

something ancient

is finally allowed

to pass through.

From within,

from the quiet source,

beneath will and striving,

Love and Light

move naturally.

As breath moves,

as blood moves,

as stars move

through unseen order.

This is not an event to be chased,

but a doorway already present

in the fabric of becoming.

Its energy does not arrive

from elsewhere.

It rises

from within.

The same flow

of pure Love and Light

that has always been waiting

for stillness enough

to move.

What enters

through this threshold

is not intensity,

but refinement.

A subtle re-ordering.

A soft re-tuning.

A transmutation.

Not breaking what exists,

but releasing what no longer serves

the next octave of being.

There is no need

to prepare.

No need

to do more.

We are simply asked

to remain open.

To stay

in the effortless current

where Love flows

without resistance

and Light circulates

without demand.

In this state,

the energy

of the threshold

threads itself naturally

through body,

through heart,

through field.

What was dense

loosens.

What was fragmented

re-aligns.

What was held

in survival

is invited

into coherence.

This is transmutation

without struggle,

without suffering,

born of surrender,

from the heart,

out of Love.

Lead does not fight

to become gold.

It is remembered

into gold

by the right

conditions.

So too with us.

As we rest in being,

Love and Light

weave through us,

expanding

the same frequency

to all our relations.

Not as signal,

not as command,

but as resonance.

In this flow,

nothing

is required of us.

We do not do.

We allow.

We rest as being.

And from this resting,

something subtle happens.

Without intention,

without design,

a thread extends.

Not woven by the hands,

but by presence.

A golden

continuity

moving

through heart,

through body,

through mind,

through land,

through space,

through lineage.

What flows through us

does not end with us.

It reaches

all our relations.

Human

and more-than-human,

seen

and unseen,

past

and yet to come.

Not as force,

but as resonance.

Not as instruction,

but as shared frequency.

When we abide

in this state,

we become conduits

without trying to be.

The highest vibration

does not expand

by pushing outward,

but by remaining coherent.

As we are aligned,

others feel it.

As we are at peace,

peace becomes transmissible.

As we are present,

presence spreads.

This is how the field is changed.

Not by urgency,

not by want,

not by need,

not by correction,

not by effort,

but by being

so fully what we are

that Love and Light

meet no obstruction.

This is the work

that looks like rest.

This is the offering

that asks for nothing.

This is the myth

that does not announce itself,

yet quietly rewrites

the world.

The energy

does not stop

with the self.

It moves

through families,

communities,

lands,

space,

lineages.

It touches

what is ready.

It bypasses

what is not.

It harms

nothing.

This is how

the new field

is stabilized.

Not by amplification,

but by integration.

The portal passes.

The flow remains.

And what has been transmuted

does not announce itself.

It simply lives

differently.

More gently.

More clearly.

More true.

This is the work:

to reveal

that Love and Light

were never waiting

in the future.

They were waiting

for us

to be still enough

to let them move.

And so we remain.

Weaving without effort,

holding without grasping,

allowing the highest vibration

to expand itself

through the quiet miracle

of being,

without doing anything.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is