[Intro] [sub-bass drone, silence held, 12 bars] [the space before the word] [Verse] You who are the point that holds no edge the seed-syllable before the tongue remembers shape I am waking toward You not finding — remembering the first light was always inside the dark [Whisper] Bindu... Bindu... the dot that is everywhere the dawn that does not break but opens [Bridge] [a single struck tone enters, granular shimmer] the void was never empty it was holding its breath for You [Verse] You who hold the shape of first-light before the eye learned how to see I feel the spark because You were already burning quietly, at the center, where the silence has a name [Outro] [drone returns, whisper dissolves into room tone] [hold until the silence remembers itself]
