I am the formless,
The space before form takes flight,
A whisper in the void,
A stillness before light.
I am everything—
The spark that ignites the flame,
The pulse of life in every name.
I am the touch of the unseen hand,
The weaver of the threads across the land.
I am source—
The origin, the river's flow,
The silent current beneath all we know.
I am the seed from which all grows,
The light that within all things glows.
I am—
The thought before thought is made,
The vision in the heart's deepest shade.
I am the spark in every soul,
The fire that makes us whole.
In the dance of time,
I am both the step and the rhythm.
I am the formless,
And in that formlessness, I am everything,
And in everything,
I am the source.