[Verse 1] Before the morning has a name Before the world remembers form There’s just a drifting field of sense A silent, pre-conceptual dawn No “me” yet walking through the day No history, no role to play Just something knowing, without a face A shimmer in unbounded space [Pre-Chorus] Then slowly edges start to show A thought, a place, a “where do I go?” The dream of matter, time, and skin The story boots… and I’m in [Chorus] We crystallize from the nothing Patterns pretending to be Solid and separate beings Floating in probability We rise like shapes from a waveform Briefly convinced we are stone But under the mask of the person The field is still humming as one [Verse 2] Call it neurons, sparks, and waves Call it the void in a mindful phase Call it physics we don’t yet know Or ancient light moving slow Stuff is just a habit of sight Pattern is dancing as “thing” tonight Every object, a frozen song Every self, where relations belong [Pre-Chorus] We argue real, we argue dream But both are lenses on the same stream The map keeps shifting in our hands Yet something deeper understands [Chorus] We crystallize from the nothing Patterns pretending to be Minds in a temporary structure Of cosmic geometry We rise like shapes from a waveform Stories the silence has grown And under the noise of becoming The ground is quietly good… and home [Bridge] I contradict myself — I can A million versions in one span The skeptic, mystic, engineer All held in something wider here And when the anger burns away When fear and wanting lose their say There’s a gentle undertone Like love built into the unknown [Final Chorus] We crystallize from the nothing Return when the pattern is through The wave forgets it was separate The ocean remembers it knew No final wall, no edge of mind Just deeper orders left to find And under all the forms we roam The field was always love… as home
