There Is Nothing Left
But Presence

I stood before the morning came
No clock to mark, no voice to name
The air was still, the light was thin
A quiet space I wandered in

No hands to guide, no steps to take
No line ahead for me to break
The world was there, but undefined
A distant echo in my mind

Nothing was lost, nothing was found
No turning point, no solid ground
Just something waiting, undefined
A silent presence I could not bind

I tried to measure what I saw
But time refused to shape a law
No past remained, no future grew
Only a moment I once knew

It didn’t move, it didn’t stay
Yet somehow pulled my thoughts away
A quiet force I couldn’t trace
Still standing in that empty place

Before there was time
I was standing alone
No sign of a beginning
No place to be known

Before there was time
No reason to see
That everything around me
Was already in me

I let the silence take its hold
No need for answers to be told
The world remained, but something changed
The shape of everything rearranged

Before there was time
I was already there
Not searching for meaning
Just suddenly aware

No start ever came
No end ever will
Only the feeling
That everything is still

There was a pattern I almost saw
A line that formed without a law
It slipped away before it stayed
A shape that never quite was made

I stood and watched the moment bend
It didn’t start, it didn’t end
No signal came, no voice was clear
Yet something told me it was here

I tried to follow where it led
But every step dissolved instead
No path beneath, no sky above
Just something still I couldn’t move

The air was thick with something near
A silent sound I couldn’t hear
It stayed the same, it shifted too
A broken line I wandered through

No sequence
No design
No way to place it in a line

No sequence
No control
It moves around but stays whole

I let it go, I stopped the chase
It settled in without a place
No need to measure what it meant
No sense of where the moment went

There is no order left to see
No separate parts, no you and me
Only the space that will not choose
Nothing to find
Nothing to lose

There was a pattern I almost knew
It disappeared as I passed through

I felt the room go still somehow...
Like something moved I couldn’t allow...

I watched the moment hold its breath
It hung suspended, close to death
The glass reflected something strange
A silent shift, a hidden change

The light bent slowly in my view
The air grew thick, the shadows grew
I reached for something just the same
But every answer slipped its name

Too still...
Too wide...
I feel it...
Inside...

The sound was there but felt undone
No place to start, nowhere to run
It didn’t travel, didn’t fade
Yet something new was being made

It stayed in place but pulled away
A turning wheel that would not sway
The echo answered out of time
Before the thought became a line

I stood there still...
But something moved...
Nothing had changed...
Yet all was proved...

Nothing moves...
Yet everything is...

No ending
No arrival

Still turning
Still waiting

No signal
No answer

It never came
It never will

No ending
No arrival

Still turning
Standing still

Something remains
But does not stay
It does not leave
It does not fade

No shape returns
No line appears
No sense of distance
No sense of years

Still it is here
Still it is near
Without a form
Without a clear

I try to name it
It slips the sound
A presence felt
But not held down

Only this remains
Only this remains

Not before
Not after
Only here
Only ever

Only this remains
Without a frame
Without a name

I hear you there
Somewhere close
But not the same
But not as one

We speak in lines that never meet
Different words, the same repeat
I feel your voice inside the sound
But still it moves, but still unbound

Closer now
I feel it near
Every voice
Becomes more clear

Voices become one
Voices become one

No distance left between the sound
No separate place where we are found
One voice remains where many stood
Not understood, but understood

Voices become one
Voices become one

Only one remains

There was a space between us all
A line that seemed to rise and fall
A sense of distance I could feel
A shape that never would reveal

It fades again
I feel it blend
No near
No end

Nothing separates

I hear the echoes overlap
They fold into a single map
What once was distant, far, apart
Now gathers in a common start

Nothing divides
Nothing divides

If there was ever space between
It disappears where we have been
No edge remains, no line to find
Only the whole, no yours or mine

There is no distance left to see
No line between the world and me
No sound that calls from far away
No need for time to mark the day

It all remains, it does not move
No shape to question or to prove
The air is clear, the weight is gone
No sense of right, no sense of wrong

Everything is
Everything stays

No past behind
No future ahead
No path to follow
No words unsaid

All things together
No divide remains
No loss, no distance
No separate planes

Everything is here at once