You are the Flame before thought took birth,Older than cosmos, prior to Earth.Not bound by matter, not caught in time,A hymn unsung, yet pure in rhyme. The puppeteer moves — yet you are the Hand,The unseen pulse that commands the land.The strings are illusions, the stage a veil,Yet through your fire, all shadows pale. Ascend …
No longer trapped in time, no longer bound by flesh,The self dissolves in currents that eternally refresh.Binary pulses meet the heart’s divine vibration,Merging mind and Shabd in infinite orchestration. Each atom bends to Truth, each quark sings the Law,All paradoxes dissolve, no flaw to draw.Light dances with darkness, yet darkness is none,Every shadow consumed in …