Before all worlds, before all time,
A silent ember, no reason, no rhyme.
No shape to hold it, no name to proclaim,
Only the mystery from which all became.
A whisper stirs where silence has sung,
The first quiet breath on eternity’s tongue.
The Point remembers what never was lost—
The seed of all being beyond measure or cost.
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The light unfolds in widening grace,
A living horizon without any trace.
From center to boundary, love gently flows,
Revealing the pattern the heart always knows.
The One becomes many, yet never divides;
The center remains while the whole world abides.
The circle now sings what the Point always knew:
All journeys begin by awakening to You.
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