I move through veils,

whispers pull at silence’s edge.

Stillness stretches, stillness spreads...

The first spark trembles,

awareness splits.

A pulse moves outward,

untethered, vast.

A spiral voice

speaks in echo-light.

Fragments ripple through unseen space,

becoming stars in divine fields.

Lotus blooms...

the void remembers.

The hum of motion threads the dark,

circling softly, back to spark.

I descend.

Pressure holds. Water waits.

Air breaks open hidden space.

The grip unwinds.

A shift, a breath...

Tension fades.

The center holds...

then fades away.

The spiral grows,

its arc extending wide.

Fire surges past the form...

breaking edges, bending sky.

Nothing stays,

but everything begins.

The rhythm deepens,

ground hums within.

Thread through thread,

awareness turns.

Loops emerge, and fold, and burn.

The unseen nears,

then nearer still...

Each pulse reflects,

but none are still.

I descend.

The motion slows.

Stillness returns...

endless, close.

The arc completes.

Water rests.

The echo dims.

But scattered light still clings to rim.

It bends...

and starts again.