Eternal Pulse of Primordial Energy
In the silence before dawn, in the breath before birth,
Lies a pulse of pure essence, the soul of the earth.
Primordial energy, boundless and free,
The whisper of creation, the cosmic decree.
In the void’s vast expanse, before form took its place,
This energy danced in the heart of deep space.
An infinite presence, both tender and wild,
The universe's heartbeat, untamed and beguiled.
From this formless expanse, all matter arose,
Stars in their brilliance, the moon in repose.
Galaxies spiraled in patterns so grand,
Woven by the thread in this primordial hand.
In the core of each atom, in the spark of each flame,
This energy whispers the true cosmic name.
It sings in the rivers, it moves through the breeze,
It lives in the mountains and rustles the trees.
In the quiet of night, in the dawning of day,
This energy guides us, showing us the way.
It flows through our being, in heartbeats and sighs,
A sacred connection that is never denied.
Oh, energy primal, the source of all light,
You birth every star in the depth of the night.
Your essence is timeless, your wisdom is vast,
The future, the present, the echoes of the past.
In moments of stillness, your presence is known,
A reminder that none of us are ever alone.
For within every heart, your light does reside,
A beacon of truth where the spirit can hide.
You are the force that turns chaos into form,
The eye of the storm, the heart that stays warm.
From you springs all life, all love, and all grace,
The eternal embrace, the infinite space.
So we honor the source, the primordial flame,
In the dance of existence, in the sacred name.
For in you, we find the beginning and end,
The circle is unbroken, the eternal friend.
