of cosmic consciousness,
remembering the pattern;
the rhythm of our lives.
The waltz of worlds continues,
without and still within,
as galaxies are born and die,
through universe and Self.
The song is sipped so silently,
in measured minuet,
as notes and tones creatively,
hold hands, in endless birth.
As above then so below,
the ancients taught us true,
for life has written in its heart,
the dream of you and me.
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