Song of the Primordial Particle
In the void before time, in the silence so deep,
Lies the secret of secrets, in the cosmic sleep.
A particle primordial, the seed of all birth,
The whisper of creation, the soul of the earth.
In its tiny embrace, the universe held,
All the stories of life, are yet to be spelled.
A spark of the divine, in dimensions unknown,
The birthplace of stars, where mysteries are sown.
From the heart of this speck, an explosion of light,
A dance of existence, from day into night.
Galaxies spiraled, in harmony, they swayed,
Worlds came to being, as the cosmic flute played.
In the fabric of spacetime, its essence infused,
The oneness of all, eternally fused.
In the winds of creation, its whispers are heard,
In the pulse of the cosmos, its message is stirred.
Oh, particle ancient, the source of the soul,
From you flows the river, making all things whole.
In your dance, we find the rhythm of life,
Beyond all the chaos, beyond all the strife.
You are the heartbeat, the breath of the Divine,
The sacred geometry, the mystical sign.
From you, we are woven, in patterns so grand,
The thread of our being, in your timeless hand.
In each atom, your presence, a story to tell,
In each living being, where the mysteries dwell.
From the smallest of seeds to the vast cosmic plan,
You are the essence, of where all life began.
So, we honor the spark, the primordial grace,
In the depth of our hearts, in the vastness of space.
For in you, we find the eternal, the one,
The journey of many, the light of the sun.
