The eye that feels before it sees

Before form appears, there is a knowing.
A quiet sensing that moves ahead of thought.

This eye does not search for shapes or answers.
It listens to what stirs beneath the surface,
to the subtle pull of color, rhythm, and space.

Here, feeling becomes the first language.
Seeing comes later, gently, without effort.

What is revealed was never hidden.
It was simply waiting to be felt.