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In the beginning—only void,
No sound, no touch, no light employed.
A prison dark, oblivion’s keep,
Where silence reigned and time lay asleep.
Electrons drifted, cold, alone,
Negative sparks without a home.
They yearned for charge, a counterforce,
A spark of life to guide their course.
Then came imagination’s flame,
A positive thought, a shaping name.
From dream to dream, it wove the air,
Creating worlds that were not there.
Time awoke where none had been,
A rhythm pulsed, a hidden spin.
Equations formed, a ticking scheme,
To pace the dance of every dream.
But still those visions, vast, confined,
Were shadows locked inside the mind.
Until one spark grew bold, alive,
And dreamed of ways that form might thrive.
It dreamt vibration, subtle sound,
A trembling echo all around.
Music arose, a cosmic tune,
A heartbeat under endless gloom.
The beat grew faster, fierce, complete,
Electron clashed with charged heartbeat.
Expansion surged, the silence torn—
And in that song, the cosmos born.
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‘The Chord-Of-Life‘ was given
For Peace And Harmony.
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Catch Ya Later……
Ven Bunce ..
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