Before the Build, There Was Silence

In the silence, all things were known

If you close your eyes tightly, you can see it.

It seems to exist somewhere,

In imagination?

But if you give it feeling.

It can materialize.

Long before pencil is dragged across the paper,

Before the first swing of the hammer,

Before the dust,

Before the deal,

It’s already there,

Waiting in the stillness.

The blueprint is not the beginning.

It is the evidence of a deeper origin.

One born in the quiet space between breaths.

In the hush before the workday begins.

In the knowing that lives just beneath, thinking.

True builders don’t just make,

They listen.

To the site,

To the soul,

To the thing that wants to exist through their hands.

In that early silence

There is no urgency.

No budget,

No schedule,

Only presence

And presence contains everything.

So, before the callouses,

Before the noise,

Before the battle with weather and time and ego

There is this,

A moment so still,

It holds the entire structure within it.

Field Note: Stillness is not the opposite of building. It is the ground it rises from.