Maq Masi Blog

Before the world was,

there was no sky, no sea, no dust beneath the feet.

No east, no west. No up, no down.

No sun, no shadow.

No stars to guide the wandering eye.

There was no time to move things forward.

No space to stretch them apart.

No gravity to hold,

no light to reveal,

no darkness to conceal.

There were no atoms spinning,

no photons pulsing,

no breath, no silence.

No birth, no death.

And yet—

there was something.

Not a thing,

but the tension before a thing.

Not matter,

but the hum of possibility.

Not a voice,

but the readiness to speak.

Some call it void.

Others, pure consciousness.

A formless stillness before form.

A rest so deep it made motion meaningful.

Maybe it was not nothing,

but not-yet.

And from that not-yet

came time,

space,

dust,

blood,

fire,

names,

questions.

And us,

searching still

for what it meant to begin.