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 compass in our hearts?
Why search for more when all is here?
Why yearn for truth and never rest?

Drifting between the real and feel’g,
With eyes wondering the night-lit sky.


© 2025 Paul KP Fung. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.

Created with the assistance of ChatGPT. This poem is a collaborative human-AI creation and reflects a personal, exploratory perspective. It is not intended as a scientific or theological conclusion.

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