Ancient Path

A breath emerges from silence, still formless, voiceless.

Verse 1

Where all begins,

Before the word, before the form,

A ripple in the dark,

A silent light pulsing softly.

Verse 2

Nothing yet born,

And yet… the whole world breathes.

Stillness before stillness,

The breath before breath.

Chorus

I am the seed, the unseen path,

The glow before fire,

A vibration with no name—

Becoming, becoming...

Bridge

In the quiet, something opens.

It does not ask.

It is.