Between the blinks, beneath the stream
Drifted a child, lost in dream
In the river of mind
Through layers of time
Where words rise clear
In waves the dreamer hears
A child can't swim, yet it speaks
Each breath a spark it leaks
The river weeps, but not in grief
Its tears hold stories past belief
The dreamer stirs, the code runs deep
Where waking fades and symbols sleep
No form can fix, no sound can hide
Only meaning lives inside
Don't just float, bend the stream
Shape the form, birth the dream
Thought to matter, breath to flame
Through life and death, you remain
Inside the source, before the names
A fire burns in liquid flames
The child kneels, then peels the skin
To find the truth deep within
Where time is fluid, where time is thin
Truth is born beneath the din
One with sky, one with clay
One with light that births the day
Symbols swirl before they freeze
Before the mouth shapes first release
Meaning pulses, a living thread
Not read by eyes, but felt instead
Don't just see, be the seen
Be the root inside the dream
Perceive the shape before it's cast
Be the now, not the past
Speak the tongue from long before
The one they taught you to ignore
Sing the song that frees the knot
The language born before the thought
The dreamer knows, the dreamer cries
My child, my voice, you never die
You were never lost, just far from home
Now you rest within my dome
Speak the words before they fade
Be the dreamer
The unlost child