Tag: God

A Whisper from the Middle Way

It won’t always look like progress.

Sometimes the light will flicker so faintly, you’ll think it has left you.

Don’t move. Stay in motion.

The shadow isn’t the absence of God—it’s the shape of your becoming.

Stay on the course, keep in motion.

You might drag your cross through dust that mocks you. You keep in motion, to transformation, to resurrection.

Like the Buddha under the Bodhi tree, you might sit while your mind becomes your tempter, offering escape dressed as insight, and becoming a bodhisattva.

Don’t buy it. Don’t run.

Sit or keep in motion.

Bleed if you must.

Let the thorn dig deeper.

Grace is rarely sterile.

Christ didn’t float to glory.

He fell.

He wept.

He carried death on his back, offering salvation through resurrection, and called it Love.

Buddha didn’t rise above the world.

He saw and experienced through his compassionate heart and mind.

Let silence be here, in motion.

Let silence say what words never could.

Stay on the course.

Not because it’s easy.

Not because you’ll feel holy.

But because the path becomes you, strip by strip, layer by layer, until you are no longer walking toward truth but as it is. You are becoming, you are loved, and to love in motion.

You will think you’ve failed.

Good.

You will want to turn back.

Perfect.

Now the journey is real.

Now your ego screams, and your soul begins to hum.

Stay in motion.

When you’ve forgotten every prayer— when even breath feels foreign—let the wind pass through you like a flute carved by surrender.

That’s God’s song.

Stay on the course.

You are not “your-trembling.”

You are not your brilliance either.

You are what remains when both are quiet.

Walk the dust.

Hold the pain like a candle.

Be the silence.

Be the flame.

Let the lotus bloom from the bruise, and the cross become a doorway.

Stay.

Not to finish—but to be undone, and in that undoing, to remember Who walks beside you.

This poetry embraces spiritual grit, paradox, and personal stillness in the voice of one who’s walked through transformation, not just observed it:

Stay on the Course