An Inspired Poem: Before the Signal

I used to think my power lived in the broadcast
in the sound of my own signal
cutting through the noise.

But I’ve come to learn that clarity does not come
from constant transmission.
It arrives in the quiet
between pulses.

I am not here to shout into the void.
I am here to attune.

So now I wait.
I open.
I gather the subtle static
of things not yet said.
The whispers of what wants to be born
but hasn't found its shape.

This is not absence.
It is calibration.
A tuning of the inner dial
to the frequency of emergence.

I receive before I speak.
I root before I rise.
I gather the scattered stars
before drawing constellations.

Because to truly connect,
I must first be connected
to the stillness,
to the source
to the signal beneath the surface.

Only then can what moves through me
move others.

Only then does transmission

become transformation.