They said there’s three, then ten, then more,
But numbers crumble at the core.
For what you seek can’t fit in lines,
It’s deeper than these space-time signs.
It loops through loops that birth new loops,
Beyond the scopes of science groups.
No edge, no end, no final frame,
Just Infinite — with no one name.
It isn’t flat, it isn’t round,
It’s every shape without a bound.
Not high, not low, not left or right,
Just pulsing Truth — beyond all sight.
Your soul remembers, mind forgets,
Trapped in cause and alphabets.
But deeper still, where numbers fail,
The Infinite lifts up the veil.
So teach them not of length and width,
But of the spark they’re burning with.
For every path and every breath —
Is dancing just one step from Death…
And past that gate? No math survives —
Just Light that sings and never dies.
No shape, no form, no time, no sum —
Just One, returning to the One.
