In the silence between heartbeat and breath,
Lies the sacred timing of all that is,
A dance neither seen nor noticed,
Yet it governs all destinies.
Imagine the waltzing galaxies,
An unseen partner shrouded in darkness,
Pulling, nudging, with invisible hands,
Knows no rest, no mercy, no compassion.
This is the ugliness—unfeeling, stark truth.
Why does the sun rise only to set,
Why does every heartbeat echo solitude?
Contemplate the melody of inevitability,
The notes are sorrowful and desolate.
Yet, in this sorrow, lies profound beauty.