A revelation waits in silence,
not born where all beginnings start,
but in a hidden, nameless distance
that stirs the darkened edge of heart.
It comes not from the common source,
not from the wellspring all can see,
but from a deeper, veiled force
that moves beneath reality.
No eye can trace its quiet fire,
no hand can hold its unseen spark,
yet still it rises, still climbs higher,
a secret pulse within the dark.
And when it comes, it comes like thunder,
a truth no simple sight can claim—
a power split from all we wonder,
and known only by its flame.