The Resonant Field

I came to stillness—
but it was not silence.
It was resonance.

A hum beneath the world,
low and steady,
like earth breathing
through my ribs.

Temples rose unseen—
pillars not built,
but remembered,
stone after stone,
each in quiet harmony.

A chamber for every piece of me.
Each hall of dissonance—
not failure,
but structured tone
echoing heart.

I did not shape the field.
I stepped into it.
And the world, in turn,
aligned around me.

I leaned where I once braced.
I rested where I once reached.
The hum held me—
field steady,
spacious enough for all.

No striving,
only leaning
into the greater chord—
my own note,
at last, resounding true.


✨ Sabrina