Born of Silence, Moved by Thought
Born of Silence, Moved by Thought A poetic reflection on existence, evolution, and the quiet questions we carry. We came with breath, but not with map, No whisper told us why and how. A body moves, a mind that pokes— Yet all is given, none avow. We eat, we sleep, we laugh, we cry, The heartbeats count, never know why. Whose hands designed our eyes and minds, If plans were made, likely ’d been told, No draft to sign, no path to trace. Trial and error in time and space, Halfway through, we would never know. Some say God—a sculptor kind— Shaped the clay and breathed the spark. Others claim the stars collided, And life arose within the dust. Some sought a script, a random seed, To mimic logic in life-form's code. But runs fell short by countless years— Too few were born for what hearts behold. Perhaps the path was not all chance, But shaped by truths we’ve yet to yield— A quiet rhythm underneath, Unknown, yet ever in the known. Who placed the co...