Before the first thought forms its shape
There is a hush that never breaks
Not silence—something listening
Like gravity under everything

I used to aim my questions up
As if the dark were made of ears
As if an answer owed me form
As if it cared about my fears
But in the night behind my ribs
I feel a wideness, cool and near
It doesn’t judge, it doesn’t bless
It simply stays, it simply hears

Not in commandments carved in stone
Not in a voice that claims a throne
It speaks in turning hinges,
In things that change on their own

In sudden openings, in fallen walls
In the way a broken seed becomes a call
In rivers that refuse to freeze in place
In every loss that makes a different face
We walk, we slip, we learn to stand
With scraped-up knees and open hands
And overhead the sky remains the same—
Something is here, wide without a name

I’ve watched a locked room turn to air
With just one key I didn’t know
I’ve watched a winter crack its shell
And let a thin green mercy show
I’ve watched my own heart split apart
And still keep beating through the seams
Like it was made for being real
Not just for being clean

It doesn’t bargain, doesn’t plead
It doesn’t need me to agree
It keeps its rhythm anyway—
A patient pulse beneath belief

In sudden openings, in fallen walls
In the way a broken seed becomes a call
In rivers that refuse to freeze in place
In every loss that makes a different face
We walk, we slip, we learn to stand
With scraped-up knees and open hands
And overhead the sky remains the same—
Something is here, wide without a name

I chased a sign, I chased a proof
A lantern nailed to heaven’s roof
But truth was moving in the ground
In quiet shifts, without a sound
If there is “meaning,” let it be
As ordinary as a tree
Growing without applause or prayer
Because the world is already there

Listen—
Not for words, but for the way
The day keeps opening its door
Not for certainty, but for the fact
You’re carried forward, evermore

In sudden openings, in fallen walls
In the way a broken seed becomes a call
In rivers that refuse to freeze in place
In every loss that makes a different face
We walk, we fall, we rise again
With dust on lips and light on skin
And overhead the sky keeps its old flame—
Something is here, wide without a name
No vow required, no sacred claim
Just here, wide without a name

Before the last thought leaves its breath
The hush is still beneath the steps
Not silence—something listening
Like gravity under everything