Revelations bring silence.

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.