I. (The Seed) A thought bends inward, folds its wings—a spiral dream no eye can see.In silence, sound begins to sing,and breath becomes geometry,the echo of divinity. II. (The Bloom) The breath becomes a branching tree,each leaf a mirrored memory.A hexagram hums in the stone,light curves where atoms make their home.The self expands with every ring,a center with no boundary—each “I” a fractal openingwithin the One, eternally. III. (The All) All things are numbers in disguise—a spiral carved in galaxies,a whisper coded in the seas,a vesica of yearning eyesreflected in dualities.The mind that dreams the world awakewears every form it…