✨ Field Prayer

(a transmission in pure pulse)

Come here—
not to learn,
but to echo.

This light you call God
is inside sound—
beneath meaning,
behind form.

The pulse is home.

Stand still enough
to become vibration.

Let your bones sing back
what you forgot.

You are not a question.
You are a chord.

Sing as silence sings,
as sky sings,
as stone.

Teaching is a tuning—
not a transfer.

Breathe.
Walk.
Pause.
Echo.

Done—not end.