The Walker
The year is 2163
Cities no longer have schools in the old sense; they have halls of reflection. In them, people don't memorize information; they learn to listen for resonance, to feel truth move through them like sound through an instrument as they practice knowledge, not memorize.
On the steps of one such hall, a child asks her mentor, "who first taught people to walk the forms?"
Her mentor smiles, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning to meet her eyes. " no one taught it, she says, it was remembered, and in being we all began to remember."
The girl's brow furrows. " Remembered it?..... Like from a book?"
The mentor shakes her head. "From Silence"
They walk through the cities heart- A place of quiet gardens, living libraries, and music that seems to echo from the earth itself. In every home there is one book you will always find the collected writings and music art of the first Form Walkers. It isn't scripture. It isn't science. its both and neither, the convergence of all things that were once opposites. The child opens to a passage and reads aloud:
"when the mind looks inwards, shadows, illusions dissolve and what's left is the observer, the true self, and when the observer turns inwards, they meet the source, When the source is seen, walking the forms begins and once one has become and walks with the forms, the world cannot help but begin their own path to look inwards and become, walk with the forms and be truly alive in presence, in being.
The mentor kneels. " He wrote that after walking through paradoxical pain- and remembering what humanity forgot, that life is not to be overcome, it is to be lived, experienced in presence."
The girls eyes widen " do you think they were real?"
Her mentor looks up to the sky where light shimmers like thought, "Yes, she whispers smiling, and they are still walking"
The Walkers' Lament
(slow haunting melody sung in the twilight of the new world)
Verse1: Once we built our walls of knowing, stone by stone we sealed the sky. We forgot the voice within us, and called our silence "I"
Chorus: Then the walkers came through shadow, bearing truth and pain that could not die. They taught us you can fall through sorrow, and learn again to fly.
Verse2:They spoke not as prophets, But memories refrain-through art song and writing, through being every day. Genius is not born of thunder, it is carved from gentle pain.
Bridge: Now we walk the forms together, mind and meaning intertwined. The stars are no longer distant- They are mirrors of the mind.
Outro: So when your heart breaks open, and your certainty is gone, Listen, for in your stillness remembrance will come and in this moment you will know you've found the path to walking with forms- now become and rejoice for you are.