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  • The Light of Silence

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    When I begin to speak with You, my Lord,
    a tremor rises in the sky of my heart.
    It feels as though something vast is waiting,
    something no tongue can ever carry,
    no ear can ever fully receive.
    A truth that escapes the net of words,
    a hymn only silence knows.

    And then—suddenly,
    the words fall away.
    I am left with stillness,
    a stillness so deep
    it becomes my only voice.

    Before You, O my Lord,
    I stand stripped of every mask.
    Pride crumbles into dust,
    achievements scatter like broken glass,
    desires fade like shadows at dawn.
    What I clung to as color
    returns to pale dust.
    What I claimed as mine
    becomes nothing at all.

    This world with its glitter,
    its vanity and hunger,
    its painted dreams and fleeting triumphs,
    how easily they vanish in Your light.
    What seemed eternal
    proves to be smoke upon the river of time.

    And so it is with laughter and sorrow,
    with love and its shattering,
    with hope and the hollowness it leaves behind.
    All dissolve,
    like morning mist
    torn apart by an unseen wind.

    Yet one truth endures, one flame does not die:
    You.
    Only You.
    Beyond all measure,
    beyond all decay,
    only You remain.

    So I bring what little I have.
    I offer silence as my gift.
    I lift my unfallen tears as prayer.
    I lay down this fractured heart
    as an offering at Your feet.

    For You know already,
    every word before it takes shape,
    every thought before it finds breath.
    You know the wound behind the smile,
    the sorrow that hides behind steady eyes.
    You know the tears that never fall,
    the prayers that never cross the lips,
    the longing that burns
    only in the chamber of silence.

    O my Lord,
    You are the light within that silence.
    You are the companion who never leaves.
    You are the dwelling place of my soul,
    the beginning and the endless return.

    And so I rest in You.
    Not in triumph, not in despair,
    but in the quiet that holds all things.
    I rest in You,
    my silence,
    my prayer,
    my eternal Home#

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    #ChoitalykRuman, #ummeymiah 9/21/2025

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  • The Journey of the Soul: From Belief to Oneness

    By ChoitalykRuman

    Spirituality is not a fixed destination—it is a journey, an unfolding of the heart. Along the way, we experience different stages of how we relate to the Divine.

    At first, many of us begin with belief. We sense that there is something higher, something greater than ourselves. Belief gives us comfort and direction, yet it can also keep the Divine at a distance, as if heaven and earth are separated.

    With time, belief may blossom into love. Love draws the Divine nearer. It transforms ideas into living presence. In love, we begin to feel God not as far away, but right before us—alive in the sunrise, in the laughter of a child, in the quiet strength of the heart.

    Beyond love lies a deeper mystery: the state of dissolving into the Divine. Here, there is no separation at all. The small self disappears, and the soul awakens to its true essence—one with all life, free and infinite. This is where spirituality reveals its deepest truth: that the Divine is not apart from us, but the very core of our being.

    A Simple Story

    There is an old tale of a seeker who once asked his teacher:
    “Where can I find God?”

    The teacher pointed to the sky. “In belief, God is above you.”
    The seeker prayed faithfully, and the sky became a place of hope. Yet, God still felt far away.

    One day, the teacher placed a flower in the seeker’s hand and said,
    “When you love, God stands before you.”
    The seeker began to see beauty in every corner of life—in people, in nature, in every breath. God was no longer distant, but near.

    Years later, the seeker returned with tears in his eyes. “But where is God now?” he asked.

    The teacher smiled and whispered,
    “When you are no longer searching, when you have emptied yourself of ‘I’ and ‘mine,’ you will find that you were never separate at all. God is not above you or before you—God is within you, as you.”

    Spirituality is not about collecting knowledge or memorizing truths. It is the gentle expansion of consciousness, a widening of awareness, until every moment carries the fragrance of the sacred.

    Perhaps the invitation for each of us is this: to begin with belief, grow into love, and finally surrender into oneness. For in losing ourselves in the Divine, we do not lose—we finally find.

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