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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the tapestry of life's intricate design, Lies the sacred geometry of chance divine, A web of threads connecting you and me, Weaving a tale of serendipity. Chance, the enigmatic player on the fate stage, Guiding our steps through life's endless rage, Coincidence, a symphony of the unexpected, Whispering secrets yet to be detected. Serendipity, the gentle touch of grace, Unveiling paths we never whim we'd embrace, In the dance of destiny, we find our way. Through twists and swirls, come what may In such a celestial ballet, the cosmos align, Guiding our hearts, intertwining our signs, The stars above, shining so bright, Illuminate our journey, day and night. From the moment we're born to the day we depart, The sacred geometry of chance plays its chart. Is it God's power that steers us, so keen and bind? Or is it karma, the balance we seek to find? Perhaps it's the magic of math and science. Unraveling the patterns, unraveling the alliance In this tapestry of life, we're all connected. By the threads of fate, woven with precision unexpected. Every encounter, every choice we partake. Leads us closer to the path we're meant to break. But what if a chance is merely an illusion? A concept born out of human confusion? What if there's no rhyme or chime to it all? No grand design, no cosmic call? What if we're simply floating in the sea? Of chaos and randomness, bound to be free? But even in chaos, there's beauty to find. In the dance of destiny, intertwined Within the chaos, there's a hidden grace. A symphony of moments falling into place. Such an Olympian engine, the dance endures, Whirling and wheeling with incalculable cogs, Each shape and form finds its orbit secure, Creating a tapestry of impeccable logs. God is on display in this wonderful show. Focus the illumination on the faraway scene. There's an ethereal insight into a lost fact below. An everlasting lure it exudes is lenient to be seen.
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