20..Story — Before the Split
Verse 1
The heater sang into the night
A low and steady breath of light
I called it furnace, called it air
Called it something over there
The room, the vent, the place, the name
All quietly stepped into the frame
And everything was where it’s been
A world of objects, held within
Pre-Chorus 1
Then for a beat, the naming stopped
The whole arrangement somehow dropped
No source, no edge, no point of view
Just something simple coming through
Chorus
Just the ringing, just the sound
No one here and no thing found
Just the seeing, just the view
Then the mind divides in two
Just the ringing, clear and wide
Before the world gets split inside
Just the sound, before the claim
Before the hearer gets a name
Verse 2
The morning came, the light returned
And something in the seeing burned
Not brighter, not in any way
Just less confined by what I’d say
The trees were there, the road, the sky
But something loosened in the “I”
Before the labels took their place
There was no centre in the space
Pre-Chorus 2
Then quietly the mind stepped in
And drew the lines that now have been
“This is near and that is far”
“This is you and that’s a car”
Chorus
Just the ringing, just the sound
No one here and no thing found
Just the seeing, just the view
Then the mind divides in two
Just the ringing, clear and wide
Before the world gets split inside
Just the sight before the frame
Before the seer gets a name
Bridge (mechanism exposed)
First there’s sound…
Then a place…
Then a source…
Then a space…
First there’s sight…
Then a thing…
Then a “me”…
Looking in…
Break (slow, spacious)
Where am I…
In the view…
If all I find…
Is more of it too…
Verse 3
Now the world still looks the same
Still responds to every name
Still divides and still defines
Still draws out its careful lines
But something in the way it’s known
Is less confined, less fully owned
The split still shows—but not as true
Not as something fixed and due
Final Chorus (expanded)
Just the ringing, just the sound
No one here and no thing found
Just the seeing, just the view
Nothing separate in the two
Just the ringing, just the light
Before the mind begins to write
Just the world before the claim
Before it’s turned to “me” and “name”
Outro (chant loop)
Just this sound… just this sight…
No inside… no outside…
Just this now… open, wide…
Before the world… is split inside…
