At first it was singular and low. Then, as my nadis cleared, as density moved through the system, as my own frequency rose through practice, healing, and devotion, the tones rose higher in pitch. What began as one note became layered bands of sound. What once seemed fixed revealed movement and depth.

I was not in form,

but in essence —

distilled awareness in the stillness before sound.

My being floated in the void:

not blackness, not emptiness,

but the primal silence that cradles all creation.