Where the Water Keeps Falling لسان الأجن

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He sits where the water keeps falling,
blue as distance, carved from a quieter law.
The valley opens but does not invite—
it holds.

Horns carry the sky in a different shape,
light sliding across a body that does not hurry.
Behind him, the river moves without end,
breaking and becoming at once.

Nothing here asks for belief—
only that you notice
how stillness can carry
a greater motion.