Origin

Before the first word Before the first flame Before a single voice Could whisper any name Was it waiting there Quiet as the sky? Or did it wake The moment I asked why? Every path I follow Feels strangely known As if I’m only finding What has always grown Origin Is it where we start? Or where the hidden map Unfolds inside the heart? Origin Nothing truly new Every discovery Was discovering you A sculptor finds a figure Inside a block of stone A melody remembers Before it’s ever known The stars don’t need inventing The ocean needs no name Perhaps creation Is remembering the same If no one watched the sunrise Would morning lose its name? Or would the light keep rising Beyond our human frame? Not making worlds appear Not building from the air Just lifting one more corner Of what was always there Origin Not the first in time But the place where seeing Meets a grand design. Origin Every breath we take The world begins again Each time we awake.