True, entangled, shining bright,
Sparking from the ashen ground
A golden fuse against the dark,
A signal in each cell.
Heroes wander, gods descend,
Prophets write in blood and sun-
Stories spiral through the storm,
Whispering destiny’s undone,
Threads of longing, loss, and wonder
Woven tight where rivers run.
Martyrs burn, lovers wait,
Saints and sinners share the scar;
Still the shimmering pattern lingers
Across the heavens, through each star.
In dreams and dust, the thread persists-
Unbroken, singing underneath-
Bearing the secret unity
That shapes each death, and grants new birth.
So from ashen ground to blazing crown,
And every echo in between,
The thread renews, unravels, joins:
Invisible, undying, seen.
i like it. it's cool. i want to understand it better if you don't mind sharing. i see the burst of light at conception. shimmers from earth through the stars, embedded in every cell, produces the entire human drama. i like it.