We are looking for a particle, catching a wave, And at this time, on the quiet edge, Fields, like the breath of the world, live — Without an...

We are looking for a particle, catching a wave, And at this time, on the quiet edge, Fields, like the breath of the world, live — Without an observer, without judgment, without edges. We are drops that shine on the fabrics of time, Called by the whisper of eternal fields. No waves, no particles... Only ...