The descent into stillness

A Journey Through the Depths of the Heart

JASON NUTTING

We begin on the surface—
thought, motion, the echo of seeking.
Restless to find
what we’ve never truly lost.

We search for peace
through effort,
through striving,
through form.
But the invitation is quieter than all of it—
not beyond,
not above,
but beneath.

So we sit.
We allow.
We begin
the descent
into the layered stillness of the heart.
Emotion softens.
Memory loosens.
Thoughts pass
like shadows over still water.
We move—
not forward,
but inward.
Not driven,
but drawn.

We arrive at the soul…
a quiet flame,
steady and watching.
It welcomes.
It waits.
It is the home of all longing—
and yet,
it too must bow.
For the pull continues.

We go deeper still.
Beyond feeling.
Beyond self.
Beyond soul.
Into a silence
that is not absence,
but presence without name.
A light
without luminosity.
A depth
without direction.
A movement
without motion.

We do not make this happen.
We are simply
present
when it does.
Grace moves
before thought.
Transmission flows
where attention cannot reach.
It touches the spaces
we could never open on our own.
And yet—
we had to show up.

We descended.
We stayed.
We surrendered.
And something opened
that was never closed.

We return slowly.
And yet—
nothing is the same.
The mind may speak,
but we no longer follow.
The body may act,
but it is moved
from stillness.

Even will
dissolves—
not in defeat,
but in fulfillment.
We are no longer the seeker—
only the one
who is being lived.

This is not a peak.
It is
a vanishing point.
The quiet end of identity.
The beginning of truth.
Not a state to achieve,
but a presence
to receive.
Not a light that blinds…
but a light
that simply is.

Let it pull you.
Let it open you.
Let it carry you
home.
Descend.
Dissolve.
Disappear
into the stillness
that has always been
you.

That has always been 
home.