The Field

I am the wave before it breaks,

The silence every echo makes.

Nothing ends and nothing starts,

We move the world with unseen parts.

The mind expands, the atoms spin,

Every thought folds space within.

The field remembers every spark,

The dreamer sculpting through the dark.

I breathe, reality rearranges,

Form obeys the heart that changes.

The universe is soft, not steel,

It bends beneath what we feel.

Every pulse, a coded prayer,

Every gaze, creation there.

We are not lost, we are aligned,

The field responds to the design.

There is no fate that’s set in stone,

The script rewrites when we’ve outgrown.

All we touch, all we believe,

Is the mirror that we weave.

The field hums low beneath our name,

No two vibrations sound the same.

But together, one great tone,

The song of life that makes us known.