Within the words, a hidden net,  
I am the sound the airwaves bear,  
all life a mystery's quiet plot,  
all life a play among the notes.

I am a letter, a breath of day,  
a wave that flies to stars on high,  
a string of heaven, voiced and clear,  
that rings as silence in the soul.

All lives are roads to empty vasts,  
to where the stillness calls me home,  
I seek this everlasting blaze,  
where every sound is life and flight.

And every time I come to that  
where dark gives way to luminous breath,  
I understand — this is myself,  
I am the primal, deathless face.

“I am — the source, the eternal trace,  
and in each breath there sounds my reply”.
