The Seed That Grew Hope

Intro whispered, solemn, vast silence

My soul was empty.

I felt the wind blowing through my mind.

Verse slow, deep, still

There was no noise.

No urgency.

No answers.

Only stillness.

It was so quiet I could hear my breath coming in and going out.

I could hear the blood flowing inside my ears.

I could hear my heart beating — slowly, almost strangely slow.

I was numb.

An oasis of nothingness.

A place between what had been and what had not yet become.

I called it the valley of there.

Bridge questioning, searching

I didn't know where I was going.

I didn't know what I was looking for.

I didn't know that something had already begun.

I only knew that I had arrived at a question.

What is my competence?

I had no idea that the question was carrying a seed.

I had no idea what would grow from it.

I only knew that, in the silence,

I had finally become still enough to hear it.