Resonance Beneath

All becomes possible
If we resist the pull
Of transient indulgence.
Our limits are illusions;
Our potential—boundless,
Surpassing even
The arc of infinity.

We are seekers,
Architects of becoming,
Wielders of will
In the vast unfolding
Of existence.

In every breath of the cosmos,
In each subtle motion of creation,
A hidden truth abides
A resonance awaiting
Recognition.
To seek it
Is not mere desire
It is necessity.

From atom to star,
From the roots of earth
To the furthest sky,
All things move
To a silent rhythm
The unseen cadence
Of the Real.

Beyond the ticking
Of temporal illusion,
Beyond the mind’s
Restless veil,
Lies a mystery
Vast, ineffable,
Clothed in the sacred
Garments of Nature.

She stands in stillness
Arms unbarred,
Ready to embrace
The soul that arrives
Uncloaked in purity.

In that union,
The inner strata ignite;
And from that fire
Is born awakening
A quiet blaze,
A rising light.

This is the aim
Not glory, nor gold,
But transcendence
The soul’s return
To what it always was,
Beyond this mortal veil.