Once
the mountains did not know their names,
And the sky and oceans were one,
This was before the stars divided heaven from abyss,
there was neither word nor listener.
This Silence alone remained,
In the vast as an unopened sea,
holding within itself
all poems and songs unspoken.
From that stillness arose thought,
and thought drew boundaries in the mist:
this and that,
self and other,
victor and vanquished.
Thus were born kingdoms of mirrors,
where peace carried the shadow of war,
and glory concealed a wound,
and every crown required a rival.
The father sought the son,
the son sought the father,
yet both were faces
of a single hidden name.
Nations gathered stones for foundations,
heroes raised banners to the sky,
and all believed themselves separate
beneath the same indifferent sun.
But Silence endured.
It waited beneath the clash of empires,
beneath the prayers and proclamations,
beneath the noise of our becoming.
And when the last trumpet faded,
when every wall returned to gravel,
Silence remained the same,
what it had always been.
the sea before division,
the One before the many,
the nameless country
where nothing stands against itself.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC
Once
the mountains did not know their names,
And the sky and oceans were one,
This was before the stars divided heaven from abyss,
there was neither word nor listener.
This Silence alone remained,
In the vast as an unopened sea,
holding within itself
all poems and songs unspoken.
From that stillness arose thought,
and thought drew boundaries in the mist:
this and that,
self and other,
victor and vanquished.
Thus were born kingdoms of mirrors,
where peace carried the shadow of war,
and glory concealed a wound,
and every crown required a rival.
The father sought the son,
the son sought the father,
yet both were faces
of a single hidden name.
Nations gathered stones for foundations,
heroes raised banners to the sky,
and all believed themselves separate
beneath the same indifferent sun.
But Silence endured.
It waited beneath the clash of empires,
beneath the prayers and proclamations,
beneath the noise of our becoming.
And when the last trumpet faded,
when every wall returned to gravel,
Silence remained the same,
what it had always been.
the sea before division,
the One before the many,
the nameless country
where nothing stands against itself.
31 May 2026
