When the sand missed life, and became clay
How Matter Learned to Breathe
by ali.t
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At first, there was only silence.
The desert stretches like a dry sea – vast, silent, pristine.
Each grain of sand shines like a shooting star,
But none of them had yet learned how to breathe.
The sand knew the shape,
But the reason was not known.
It reflected light,
But it wasn’t warm yet.
Then it rained.
It didn’t just fall from the sky,
But a message – picked up in drops, whispering a command: “Get up.”
The water slipped between the grains,
And something unseen stirred—
A union, a trembling,
A soft breath that feels like the world’s first breath.
In that moment, the sand was no longer the same.
He absorbed the memory of the clouds,
And within it a secret pulse from the heavens hid.
Fallen leaves and forgotten roots found shelter within it.
Bacteria and fungi crept in, creating their own invisible threads.
And from this silent weaving,
The idea of ​​a bicycle was born.
Thus, soil came into being –
Not as a new material,
But as a memory that was awakened.
The once silent sand now dares to life,
And the floor of the earth became a breathing chest.
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Finally, Sand saw himself in a new mirror.
He whispered:
> “I don’t want to be a wind trace anymore.
I want to be the origin of a tree.
From this moment on,
The earth began to remember itself through the soil.
In this, the seeds are planted and the leaves return to dust.
In it, the past and the future meet.
And within it, the human body returns to its first mother, the earth.
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Clay is the sand that is learned presence.
The sand still shines, but it cannot give life.
Clay does not glow, yet it restores life.
This is why man was born from clay, not sand –
Not sterile,
But from the living compound which knows both birth and decay.
It contains clay that can take shape,
And the breath that can remember.
When the intention entered,
The sand became a vessel capable of carrying the imprint.
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Every handful of soil is a page in the book of life,
Written by wind in letters of sand,
Then completed with Barash’s handwriting.
This is why soil never dies –
It easily changes form,
As the intention moves from word to word within consciousness.
> Soil is sand that loved life enough to carry it.
With this love, the earth ceased to be a desert –
And became the eternal womb of creation.