In the stillness of breath, where silence resonates with certainty,
the echoes of stars intertwine with the beat of drums
threads of the cosmos are woven with purpose and grace;
Each moment boldly whispers, and every soul claims its place
The river flows, yet never repeats,
ancient rhythms beneath our feet
the moon ascends, her silver decree,
illuminating truths we’re destined to see
Divine order moves, unseen, profound,
in chaos, a pattern, in loss, we’re found
a sacred balance, neither cruel nor kind,
The mirror of heart, the dance of mind
Honor the storm, the rain, the fire,
each a herald of life’s deep desire
to break, to heal, to grow, to renew,
a symphony ancient, yet ever new
We are the clay, the sculptor, the flame,
born of the stars, to return again
each breath, a vow, each step, a prayer,
sacred awareness, beyond compare
So stand in the knowing, let awe ignite,
the beauty of shadow, the gift of light
tor within divine order, our essence is free,
a tapestry endless, eternity’s decree—
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