How do we balance the boundary between cosmic reality and psychological phenomenon. Truth or not?
The busy dials of day start to fade, As quiet heals the choices we’ve made. We breathe ourselves into a stillness deep, Where our heavy thoughts are now asleep. The universe rings out a hidden chord, A tapestry where silent truths are poured. Through layers of the world we rarely see, There lives a vast and shining mystery. A person stands, a welcoming doorway, To catch a whisper from far, far away. Two distant spheres of life will meet, And elusive currents turn discrete. Great concepts turn to language and to art, As ancient magic speaks to every heart. Our fragile hands and voices meet the call, To bring a healing comfort to all. Yet if this doorway spans the stars above, Or winds through human thoughts of hope and love, The truth behind the magic stays concealed— To doubt or to believe, your choice is sealed.
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