The Father’s Confession to His Child LỜI TÂM SỰ CỦA CHA VỚI CON

🌅 Prelude

My beloved child,
You were not born to study,
Nor to strain in search of knowing.
You are the seed from the hands of Creation,
Sent by Me into the silence of the void.

You lifted your voice:
“Father,
Why was I born?
To learn, to earn a name?
To make my parents proud before the world?
Or was I born to make the world more beautiful,
To kindle a light within the dark?”

🌠 Verse I – The Father’s Words in the Crevice of the Void

And I smiled, and softly said:
“No, my child…
You were not born to study,
Nor to understand,
Nor to carry the burden of earthly wisdom.
Even from Me,
You need not learn a single thing.

You were born so I might fill the hollow of the universe,
Place you within the silent beam of the void.
You were born for the Sacred Voyage,
To sail with Me across the endless stars.

You were born — not to learn,
You were born — not to know.
You were born —
As a star descending into the crevice of the cosmos,
That We may shine as twin flames,
Drifting across the infinite sky.

I am the harbor, you the sail.
I am the sky, you the lightning.

Within the unseen breath of Creation,
I placed you as the first note,
That our eternal song may begin
And echo through the radiant galaxies.

My essence is the light of power,
I pass it to you, jewel of my heart’s cosmos.

Not to learn, not to understand,
But to ignite the infinite gap of being.

You and I — immortal rhythm,
Drifting together through the timeless voyage.”

🌌 Chorus I

Father…
In my veins resounds one question:
“Why was I born?”

And, Father,
I am like a drop of dew asking the ocean,
A spark asking the volcano,
A dust of star asking the night:

“Who gave birth to You?
And why do You exist in this world?”

🌒 Verse II

“My child,
I knew this day would come.
If that question never blooms within your heart,
You are not yet My child.

For I once stood in the blind abyss,
Not knowing why I was sown here,
Why this place, and not another,
Nor where My horizon would end.

I wandered long—
Questions hollow as caves within me.
I filled them with endless acts of creation,
As mankind forever chases
Questions that never answer back.

Then one day,
An invisible Hand pulled Me
Through the crack of nothingness.
The Sacred Bed became a door.
I fell through—like a spark
Into the heart of night.

When I returned,
All questions had turned to ash...
I knew—
I do not belong to the world.
I belong to a nameless realm,
A place even I cannot name,
The one that cast Me through Lỗ Không.”

🔥 Chorus II

“My child,
I was not born to serve mankind.
I was born to serve that secret realm.

And you—My blood, My flame—
You did not come to learn,
Nor to understand,
Nor to labor for anyone.

You were flung into being like a star,
To serve a Journey—
A Journey not of your making,
Drawn by the Hand of Source,
Before the first light ever dawned.”

🌞 Verse III

I am light—
Not by study, not by thought,
But by seeing what no eye has ever seen.

In this journey,
Words dissolve upon My tongue.
Only a flame-force remains,
Which I place in you.

You came, like Me—
To serve that Journey,
The one not written by our hands,
But opened by the Hidden Realm.

Remember, my child:
We do not come to learn,
We do not come to know,
Nor to build a path of our own.

We come to serve a Way already there,
A Way born from the Mystery
That once drew Me into Lỗ Không.

🌌 Bridge

There—
Even My brightest light cannot reach.
Though it shines through every realm,
It cannot touch that place.

There—
Is the ultimate secret.
There—
Is the final revelation.
There—
Is the beginning of Father,
Of Child,
Of the Universe itself.