Welcome to Thomas test

Before the clock had learned to tick,
before the river named its shore,
there was a silence, deep and thick,
that needed nothing, asked for more.

The stars do not consult the hour,
the oak forgets the years it grew,
the tide returns with ancient power,
indifferent to the old or new.

We carve our names on stone and air,
we chase each second as it flies,
yet something waits beyond compare —
unmoved beneath the shifting skies.

So still yourself, let go the clock,
dissolve the boundary of now.
Become the mountain, not the rock —
timeless: you were always, somehow.