Before the first photon sped
in no time at all
space was
only
a promise
folded mathematically in time’s pocket

What is called emptiness without form or void
is the breath between heartbeats
the pause where possibility crystallises
where absence becomes form

See how waiting carves chambers and
how thinking twists the mind into rooms
how forgetting deletes walls

We once believed stars hung on fixed pegs
but now we know that the cosmos exhales
and spaces widens in its wake

Time does not move through space
like a set of threads binding this cosmic cloth
but space blooms from time’s beat and pulse
unfolding like thought from neurons
like a shadow from a casting object
like tomorrow from the soil of now

Could it be that
the universe is still
learning
how
to
breathe

 

13/4/2025