There are moments when something greater than the thinking mind breaks through, and the whole body registers it. The heart breaks open, the bones tremble, and you stagger like one overcome by wine. This is not weakness but the small self meeting a reality far larger than itself.
The ego cannot contain such an encounter, so the form shakes as the old identity loosens its grip. What looks like being undone is simply presence flooding in faster than the mind can manage. You tremble because something real has touched you more deeply than any thought ever could.