The field beneath us

Beneath the roots, beneath the stone, Something moves I’ve never known. No beginning, no defined end, A silent pulse where all things blend. The stars are sparks upon the skin, The void is breathing from within. What I call “me,” what I call “you,” Are waves that rise and travel through. I am a ripple in the field, A moment breaking, then revealed. Nothing is empty, nothing still, The dark is humming underneath it all. I let the ground remember me, I let the river carry what I can’t see. And somewhere underneath my skin, The whole wide universe begins. Atoms dancing in the deep, Invisible songs beneath my feet. Particles appear, then disappear, Like passing thoughts I hold too near. I chase control, I name the sky, I draw my borders, ask it why. But every boundary that I make Is another wave upon the lake. Maybe I don’t have to know Where every hidden current goes. Maybe mystery isn’t something I was ever meant to overcome. So I breathe beneath the moon, Feel the earth beneath me move. For one brief moment, I release The need to understand the peace. I am a ripple in the field, A fleeting shape that learns to yield. Nothing is empty, nothing gone, Everything becomes something else to carry on. I let the silence speak to me, I let the roots descend below. And somewhere underneath my skin, Beyond the things I’ll ever know— The field is here. The field is near. And I am part of what is here.