Sacred Sphere

The curve of the fruit in the palm of the hand
A blueprint of life written in the sand
From the silent dance of a single cell
To the cosmic ring where the spirits dwell
The iris opens, a window of light
Mapping the path through the velvet night
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It’s the shape of the start, the shape of the end
In every circle, the dimensions blend
Can you feel the pulse? Can you feel the glow?
The geometry that the ancients know
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The ovary dreams in the dark of the womb
A seed of the sun breaking out of the gloom
The planet is breathing, a marble of blue
Rotating in rhythm, making us new
From the juice of the grape to the eye of the storm
The sacred curvature takes its form
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Oh, Sacred Sphere, oculus of the soul
In your perfect orbit, you make us whole
From the nucleus spark to the burning sun
The cycle of the world has just begun
Floating in the ether, spinning in the deep
A promise that the universe will keep
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Round and round, the spiral climbs
Breaking the gears of mechanical times
No corners to hide, no edges to fear
Transcendence is found in the heart of the sphere

The eye is the circle in the silence of the world

Oh, Sacred Sphere, oculus of the soul
In your perfect orbit, you make us whole
From the nucleus spark to the burning sun
The cycle of the world has just begun
Floating in the ether, spinning in the deep
A promise that the universe will keep