In the beginning, there was a speck,
A singularity of thought,
A dream yet to be dreamed,
A whisper of what could be,
And we, the many, were its breath.

In this dance of cosmic dust,
We spiral, entwined in echoes,
Each note a thread, weaving a tapestry
Of flesh and spirit, of mind and matter,
Of chaos and harmony, all at once.

I am you, as you are me,
Reflections in the vast mirror,
Where separation is an illusion,
A trick of the light,
A shadow play on the walls of time.

Feel the pulse beneath your skin,
That rhythm, that beat—
It’s the song of stars,
The hum of galaxies swirling in your veins,
A reminder: we are the universe in bloom.

Close your eyes, dissolve the borders,
Let your essence seep into the void,
Where the void is full,
And full is empty,
And empty is everything.

For in this unity, there is no end,
No beginning, no between—
Just the eternal now,
The sacred breath,
Where we all become one.