Cosmic Dance
In the heart of the void where silence sings,
A pulse awakens, a whisper in the dark,
Primordial energy, ancient and fierce,
Unfurls her wings in a cosmic arc.
From the womb of nothingness, she stirs,
A spark of creation, wild and free,
Her rhythm echoes through the voiceless expanse,
The first beat of existence, her decree.
She spins the stars in her swirling dance,
Her steps, the measure of time's first breath,
Galaxies spiral from the sweep of her hand,
As she weaves the threads of life and death.
Her dance is chaos, yet perfect in form,
A symphony of opposites in a sweet embrace,
She is the storm, the calm, the endless tide,
The pulse of the universe, the eternal chase.
Through her, the cosmos learns to move,
Each quark and atom sways to her tune,
She is the heartbeat in every star,
The breath of the sun, the light of the moon.
In her eyes, the mysteries of the deep,
The secrets of creation, the void and the full,
She dances in cycles, birth and decay,
Her rhythm is the pulse of the cosmic pull.
She is the serpent coiled in the root,
The fire that burns within the core,
Her dance ignites the flame of life,
And in her sway, the cosmos roars.
But her dance is not just of stars and light,
It reaches within, to the soul's own flame,
She stirs the depths of the inner void,
And in her movement, we are named.
In every breath, her dance persists,
In every heartbeat, her rhythm plays,
She is the force that binds and breaks,
The endless dawn, the eternal phase.
And as she dances, the cosmos bows,
To the rhythm of the eternal flow,
For in her steps, the universe is born,
And to her sway, all things must go.
The cosmic dance, eternal and pure,
Is the dance of life, of death, of rebirth,
In her movement, the cosmos finds its path,
In her rhythm, we find our worth.
