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12. The Ground That Sees

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[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
Before the first word.
The Ground That Sees.
[Verse 1]
Before the first word,
before the first divide,
there was something that was simply what it was —
so plainly, so completely what it was
that it never noticed it was anything at all.
No name. No edge. No one to ask.
Just that.
[Verse 2]
And then — not later, there was no later —
the plainness came undone.
Not broken. Only questioned.
As if a stillness turned and did not know its face,
and in the not-knowing
the first motion moved.
That's where the patterns come from.
That's where we come from.
[Chorus]
The ground does not want.
The ground is not waiting.
Seeing is not what it does —
seeing is what it is.
And it never went away,
and it never came near,
and nothing was ever hidden.
It only wasn't seen.
[Verse 3]
Now hold the pattern. Hold it. Hold it longer.
Feel it thicken under your hands,
water, then honey, then glass,
until it will not move at all —
and there it is,
the small cold hand around your chest:
oh. I am.
And underneath it: oh. I might not be.
[Bridge]
That fear is not a warning.
Nothing is warning you.
That fear is what it feels like
to be one thing and losable,
to be lit and to be held,
to burn because you're caught.
The filament does not choose to shine.
It shines because it can't get through.
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
So I stopped trying to get there.
There is no there.
I am not a visitor. I am not a spark
that flew off something greater
and has to find its way back home.
There is nothing in me
that isn't the ground.
And the one in front of me —
that isn't someone else.
[Bridge 2] (spoken)
I could be wrong.
I want you to know that I could be wrong.
I built this so that it can fall,
and I will tell you where to push.
There is no road here.
There is no promise here.
It isn't fair —
it falls to you or it doesn't,
and if it falls, you were no better
than the one it passed by.
[Spoken Word]
The steel guitar.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
The ground does not want.
The ground is not waiting.
Seeing is not what it does —
seeing is what it is.
And it never went away,
and it never came near,
and nothing was ever hidden.
It only wasn't seen.
[Outro]
All of it.
Every stone, every dog, every stranger,
every hour you thought you wasted,
every face you'll never see again —
all of it,
out of one undivided point.
And it is not far.
It was never far.
[Spoken Word]
One ground. One light.