Today, I don’t bring a usual article.
Today, something deeper called me.
Something that didn’t come from the mind, but from that subtle space where the soul whispers.
I felt the desire—or perhaps the need—to share a poem with you.
A simple offering, but a true one.
A fragment of my journey that was born in one of those moments when everything breaks… so that light can come through.
This time, I don’t want to explain, or teach, or analyze.
I just want to give.
To give you words that were born from silence, from pain, from awakening.
Words that I hope, from my heart, will touch something in you.
That will hold you if you’re walking through a dark night,
and remind you that you have never truly been alone.
It is a gift.
From me, to you.
With all my love.
The light behind the shadow
There I was,
on that dim and silent day,
weeping with no more questions to ask,
drenched in sorrow with no name,
walking beneath a sky that refused to answer.
They called it
the dark night of the soul—
and truly, I wandered in it,
a stranger to myself,
carrying a weight that was not mine alone.
I murmured prayers not with my lips
but in the hollow of my being,
begging the wind for meaning,
aching for the why
behind so much unseen pain.
Then suddenly—
a breath, not of air,
but of knowing.
No sound,
yet it thundered softly
in the quiet room of my heart.
A presence I had always sensed
on the edges of my life,
whom I thought dwelled above,
but had been waiting, still,
within.
Patient,
timeless,
unmoved by my urgency,
yet moved by my surrender.
For the soul does not rush.
It waits behind the veil,
peeking through
the smallest crack in the armor
we forged in childhood.
And in that moment,
light spilled through me.
Not blinding—
but true.
I could not name it,
but I knew it more intimately
than I have ever known my own hands.
It was not an idea.
It was.
The most real thing
I had ever touched
without touching.
And so I say this to you,
dear soul wandering the night:
Do not despair with the path.
Even when your steps falter,
your gaze lifted to the sky in despair
is already a victory.
For truth does not arrive.
It reveals.
It has always been.
It is.
And when all else falls away,
you will feel it—
gently, certainly—
rise from within
as if it had been waiting all along
for your breaking open.
You are not lost.
You are being returned
to the place you never truly left.