Music of the spheres
Sacred geometry all around abounds,
anomalies if any, faults on our part,
yet shifting into silence, presence rebounds,
whence we sense within, bliss ignition restart.
Vibrance of staid stillness is our resting place,
wherein doing nothing, we invoke God’s grace,
felt in the physical, rapture lyrical,
being but of course a divine miracle.
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