The Field of Beings - part IV

This quantum field—
it is the one that shifts the path of your cells,
whispering to your matter
that it can still reinvent itself.

Sample of the poem From the Field to the Light by Sophie Roumeas

Photo credit ©Greg Rakozy

Healing Series

A series of four poems, The Field of Beings.

Part IV, From the Field to the Light—A poem of unity remembered. Where matter remembers itself as vibration, and every being, in its own frequency.

Part I
Part II
Part III

The Field of Beings
(Four poems to cross memory, grace, doubt, and light)
By Sophie Rouméas

IV. From the Field to the Light

This quantum field—
it is the one that shifts the path of your cells,
whispering to your matter
that it can still reinvent itself.

When you close your eyes,
you feel it move.
It is a breath of the universe
settling beneath your skin.

And when, in a family constellation,
someone embodies the soul of another,
when a body becomes a foreign memory,
when an emotion crosses through time
to speak through a living mouth—
then yes,
the field speaks.

And perhaps science already knows,
but will never dare to say it in a poem.

Morphic fields are to emotion
what quantum fields are to particles:
invisible grounds
where forms are born,
where colors invent themselves,
where pain circulates,
where healing begins to grow.

The quantum field
is the cosmic score
where all vibrations dance.
Each particle, each light, each fragment of you
is a note played within the unseen.
There is mystery,
there is blur,
and yet an elegance —
an architecture of time and space.

Imagine a canvas stretched through the void:
each point vibrates,
becomes being, light, memory—
if the universe allows.
Each being, a vibration of origin—
simple, peaceful, whole.
And you still vibrate.
So you are here.
Another wave.
Another music.

There may exist a field,
ancient and translucent,
woven of memory, matter, and mystery.
The universe plays its notes there,
and the human being, fragile antenna,
sometimes receives the forgotten frequencies:
the pain of an ancestor,
a silenced love,
a secret suspended
between the lines of time.

Perhaps the void is not empty,
but a memory in gestation.
Perhaps every beat of your heart
makes particles tremble
that never knew your name
and yet still recognize you.

Perhaps you are made
of what the world was waiting for:
a singular vibration,
a voice of the soul within the primal music—
this field of waves where boundaries dissolve into clarity, where every being,
every thought, every love,
seeks to come into harmony
with the light.

 

Note:
In the language of physicists, the quantum field is the underlying fabric of everything that lives and breathes. In the language of poets, it is the original music—a field of waves where every being, every thought, every love is a vibration seeking to come into harmony.

Family constellation:
A systemic therapy where participants symbolically embody relatives to reveal and restore invisible family dynamics.