SINE QUA NON

WITHOUT WHICH, THERE IS NO WAVE

BEFORE MOTION, THERE IS STILLNESS—

NOT ABSENCE, BUT THE QUIET HUM OF INFINITE POTENTIAL.

THE CREST OWES ITS ASCENT TO THIS,

THE TROUGH ITS SOLEMN

CURVE DOWNWARD.

WITHOUT THE SILENCE, THE WAVE HAS NO NAME, NO SHAPE, NO BEING.

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THE ZERO POINT IS NOT A MOMENT,

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NOR A BOUNDARY; IT IS THE AXIS OF CREATION ITSELF,

03

THE WOMB OF ALL RHYTHMS.

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CRESTS RISE TO MEET IT.

TROUGHS FOLD INTO ITS EMBRACE.

YET IT DOES NOT MOVE.

THE WAVE FORGETS ITS ORIGIN, CAUGHT IN

ITS ENDLESS DANCE,

BELIEVING THE RISE OR FALL MATTERS.

BUT THE SILENCE DOES NOT FALTER. IT WAITS. IT WITNESSES.

NOTHING PULSES WITHOUT THIS SPINE,

THIS UNBROKEN LINE OF PRESENCE.

THE STILLNESS DOES NOT CRAVE THE WAVE, YET EVERY WAVE LONGS

TO RETURN

TO STILLNESS.

TO THE QUIET, TO THE ORIGIN, TO THE ZERO

04

THAT BIRTHS AND RECLAIMS

03

ALL THAT IS.

02

THERE IS NO CREST, NO FALL,

01

NO RHYTHM ——

WITHOUT WHICH,

THERE IS NO WAVE