Before your name was spoken, Before your lungs could fill, Darkness broke wide open A cosmic and ancient will. Light was born from abyss, Matter scattered, wild and new And every star began to shine Making room for you. In the furnace of the heavens Where first great fires burned, Hydrogen, helium, spun Forging worlds that turned. Atoms crossed the ages, Through the void they flew Making what makes you “you” From stars that never knew. You’re not an accident of dust, You’re not a flicker passing through. You’re the universe remembering What it’s always meant to do. You’re the cosmos made aware, It’s mirror, to be true A constellation in singularity, The cosmology of you. Before your feet could find the ground, The ground was finding form Oceans rose and mountains fell, The planet cooled from storm. Life crawled out of water, Took a breath it never knew And every fragile, fearless step Was leading straight to you. Then one day you opened eyes That no one else could claim. A single life, a single spark, A single and unique flame. Your laughter, scars, and questions, Your all but impossible debut The universe became itself By becoming more through you. You’re not an accident of dust, You’re not a flicker passing through. You’re the universe remembering What it’s always meant to do. You’re the cosmos made aware, It’s mirror, to be true A constellation in singularity, The cosmology of you. Look out upon all the galaxies As mirrors in the night, Reflecting back the quiet truth That you were born from light. Not borrowed, not imagined, Not a story to undo But the oldest spark in everything Still burning bright in you. This is the ancient whisper We’ve been hearing since the start Expanding or contracting Still a compass of the heart. A hope that something luminous Has always seen you through The same fire that made those stars Was made to merge with you. You’re not an accident of dust, You’re not a flicker passing through. You’re the universe remembering What it’s always meant to do. You’re the cosmos made aware, It’s mirror, to be true A constellation in singularity, The cosmology of you. Because you have been You will always be No power in the universe Can undo The cosmology of you.
