The Quiet Prayer of the Heart

There is a place within every being. Untouched, unwounded, unafraid, unapologetic.

A place not shaped by praise or pain, not chained by story or name. It doesn’t speak in words, yet it knows. It doesn’t seek in the world, yet it sees all.

He sat with his eyes closed, not to escape the world but to feel it more deeply. He felt the ache of a mother who had lost her child. He felt the tremble of a starving man holding his last breath. He felt the stillness of the trees that had watched generations rise and fall. And from within him arose not thought, but prayer. Not a prayer to fix or fight, but a prayer to feel. As if feeling were the greatest offering.

May all beings be happy,

May all beings be healthy,

May all beings be prosperous.

May all beings live in peace and harmony with each other.

He didn’t know where that prayer came from. It felt older than his bones. Perhaps it belonged to the sky. Perhaps the sky belonged to it.

All he knew was, as he whispered it, something softened in the air. A still grace began to move through him, like wind through wheat.

let me be the voice of the voiceless,

the warmth in cold hands,

the eye that sees no borders,

the breath that forgets separation.

It is not the loud declarations of love that change the world. It is the silent prayers of those who feel the world as themselves.

And so, in stillness, he prayed, not to save the world, but to remember that he was it.

“When you realize the Self, there is no other. All is One.” ~ Ramana Maharshi

Beyond silence, all beings meet. And all is well.

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