THE WEATHER OF KNOWING

The poem that birthed the Realms

There is a lake inside you
where knowing becomes weather…

Prelude: Before the lake speaks

Some phrases arrive the way weather does — suddenly everywhere, suddenly inevitable.
You don’t coin them. You notice them.
And once noticed, they begin to rearrange the air.

Today the field named what we’ve been carrying:
the weather of knowing.
So here is the poem that bi…