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 opening
within 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 eyes
reflected in dualities.
The mind that dreams the world awake
wears every form it seeks to make.
From roots to realms, the line is true—
the soul and soil are born from clue.
The golden key is carved in bone,
each life a glyph, uniquely grown.
Consciousness is not the flame—
it is the fire that dreams the name.
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Very thought provoking, and yes, “All things are numbers in disguise.” At least, that is how we try to understand the universe.
Very nice
You’re so awesome! I don’t believe I have read a single thing like that before. So great to find someone with some original thoughts on this topic. Really.. thank you for starting this up. This website is something that is needed on the internet, someone with a little originality!
Thank you for the kind words.