That Which Is Not

[Verse 1]

No birth, no breath, no name to hold,

Unshaped, unchained, neither young nor old.

I rise not from time, nor from dust, nor from flame,

Yet the fire, the wind—they whisper my name.

[Chorus]

I am not that which is—

I am that which is not.

I dance within the hollow,

I thunder in the thought.

[Verse 2]

No hunger, no thirst, no yearning remains,

No bond to the beauty, no fear of the chains.

The tides come and vanish, the mountains will fall,

Yet I remain, untouched by it all.

[Chorus]

I am not that which is—

I am that which is not.

I blaze within the silence,

I shatter and I rot.

[Bridge] (Rising intensity, like a cosmic storm awakening)

From the stillness I move, from the void I resound,

Not seeking, not fleeing, unshaken, unbound.

The dance is not chosen, the dance is not willed—

It moves through the marrow, it sings through the still.

[A pause, a deep breath—like the eye of the storm.]

[Outro - soft, fading, but infinite—like the resonance of Om.]

No temple can hold me, no scripture can bind,

Yet I am the pulse in the seeker’s mind.

Not here, not gone, no end, no start—

I do not take form, yet I live in your heart.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

A primal chant on boundless formless energy—neither born nor bound, deep, raw, with a single-threaded instrument and damaru, a voice like thunder and silence., cosmic vibration, mystical, untamed.