The Cosmic Dance, Unseen

 

In hidden chambers of ancient time,
Celestial Wisdom rests, unseen,
a silent rhythm, pulsing low
through depths of thought and mystery.

This is the cosmic dance, unknown—
a soundless song, a whispered beat,
woven through stars, through planets' pull,
binding the vastness in its sweep.

Magnetic tides rise and recede,
and solar winds like rivers flow,
across the veils of scattered light,
connecting what we cannot know.

They carry whispers through the dark,
where galaxies are softly spun,
and threads of night and morning meet,
their pathways forged by moon and sun.

Through hidden gates and blackened holes,
the dance moves on, from cell to star,
from birth to vastness, boundless space,
where all things meet, both near and far.

In fractal depths, creation stirs,
each spiral twined with ghostly grace,
a pattern formed yet ever new,
in every time, in every place.

The gods move too, within this flow;
their silent touch, a spark of grace,
the inner voice that speaks to us,
the wisdom felt in quiet space.

What poets call divine and pure,
the spark that moves the artist's hand,
is but the echo of their song,
the pulse that weaves what we demand.

To join this dance, both saint and fool
must empty heart and open mind,
listening past the world’s loud hum
to hear what stirs beyond the blind.

For those who hush the noise within,
and drift like leaves on unseen streams,
may hear the music of the stars,
the silent language of our dreams.

The rhythm flows in endless form,
a soundless pulse, a thread unseen—
binding our lives in mystery,
within this cosmic dance serene.

And in this unseen dance we find
a stillness at the heart of all,
where every atom, wave, and soul
responds in time to its deep call.

 Brenda Parks