In God I Flow: The Silent Compass of My Soul

In God I Flow: The Silent Compass of My Soul

There comes a time in life when logic retires and faith takes over—when the heart beats not in rebellion, but in reverence. I have arrived at that sacred crossroad where I no longer question why, but simply surrender to what is. Spirituality is not a chapter in my life—it is the ink with which my entire story is written.

Unlike religion, which often seeks structure, boundaries and belonging, spirituality is the quiet murmur that resounds even in chaos. It does not shout from the rooftops but whispers gently in the silence between breaths. I have not “found” God, for God was never lost. I have simply surrendered—completely, unquestioningly—to a force that is infinitely larger, endlessly wiser, and immeasurably kinder than I could ever imagine.

I do not chase the light—
I become it when I close my eyes,
When doubts dissolve like morning mist,
And faith glows steady like sunrise.

Philosophers from every corner of the globe have touched upon this transcendental experience. Plato called it the world of Forms, where truth is not seen, but known. In the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna proclaims, “Surrender unto me alone. I shall deliver you from all sins. Do not fear.” This isn’t merely doctrine—it is the symphony of the soul when it finally stops resisting the music of the universe.

In surrender, I do not become weak—I become free. I do not relinquish control; I realign with the rhythm of something eternal. The more I let go, the more I am held.

Spirituality to me is not confined to temples or scriptures, though I revere both. It is in the wind that brushes my face on a quiet evening walk. It is in the serendipitous timing of events that defy coincidence. It is in the tear that falls for no reason except that the soul remembers something the mind has forgotten.

There’s no map for this journey,
Only a compass made of trust.
I walk not by sight,
But by the soft footsteps of grace.

I find great peace in the writings of mystics—Rumi’s verse, Kabir’s dohas, the Psalms of David—all echo the same truth: that love for the Divine, unfiltered by doubt, is the highest form of liberation. To surrender is to return—to dissolve the ego’s illusion of separation and merge once again into the ocean from which all rivers flow.

And so, my life carries on—not by effort alone but by alignment. Not by planning every step but by trusting the staircase. I pray, I pause, I ponder. I do not demand answers anymore; I embrace the questions as sacred companions.

– In a world obsessed with proof, I have found peace in presence.

– In a world chasing speed, I sit still.

– In a world building kingdoms, I seek the sanctuary within.

And if the world asks where I’m going,
I’ll smile and say, “I am already there.”

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