© TaeHun Yoon

When I speak what lives inside me,
I feel the air shift—
as though I were standing bare
before the whole world,
a fragile soul moving
through this vast cyber-village
where unseen voices answer
without a face.

It is a dangerous place.
Yet within that danger,
something holy begins—
a quiet miracle forming.

We grow numb
in these instant exchanges.
Forgetfulness arrives early—
memory thins,
and the divine thread
we were meant to hold
slips from our grasp.

My niece walked every mile
she could against cancer.
Steve Jobs chose
the path of natural healing.
Sam Walton, too,
heard the Creator’s call
and stepped across the threshold.
And I—
I choose to let each breath,
each fragile second,
become a miracle
of the Divine.

Musicians shape their longing
into notes and rhythms,
letting sound open a doorway
from the ear
into consciousness—
where eternity waits.

Painters carry their heartbeat
into color and form,
letting the eye deliver beauty
deep into awareness—
where divinity quietly breathes.

Within the still chamber of the soul,
God’s own essence moves.
Moments shift,
and eternity flickers
through the thin veil of nature.

All things hold together
in harmony—
balance, peace,
a soft radiance of being.

Even when my thoughts slow
and the inner room narrows,
the miracle of a single moment
opens out without boundary—
toward the realm
we call Heaven,
the living heart of God.

The body learns its pathway
into eternity
whenever we live with intention—
speaking, listening, seeing, tasting,
eating, creating—
in conversation
with the natural world.

Miracles continue
as divine intervention.

Heaven is here.
Heaven is now.