The alchemy of a miracle.
Alchemy of a miracle.
Tumbleweed diaries.
Mar 15, 2025
The Alchemy of a Miracle
Not out of virtue, but out of ruin,
I have come to know the alchemy of a miracle.
I was a wanderer, led astray by the voice of self,
until the weight of my own being broke me,
and in the dust of my undoing, I surrendered.
I bowed before the unseen laws,
the principles that have no name, yet move the stars and the tides of the soul.
And in that surrender, I was stripped bare,
and I stood in the sacred hush of anonymity.
Anonymity became my shelter,
and in its quiet chambers, humility was born.
And in the arms of humility, I was cradled by gratitude.
The miracle was not given in my triumph, but in my ruin.
It did not rise from my strength, but from my fall.
It came not in my knowing, but in my unknowing.
And when the miracle appeared, I knelt before it,
and gratitude poured over me like rain upon the parched earth.
And in my gratitude, I became small,
and in my smallness, I desired no name.
And in namelessness, I became devoted to the eternal truths.
And in devotion, I vanished from myself.
And in vanishing, I knew nothing.
And in knowing nothing, I touched the infinite.
Thus was the alchemy of a miracle.
