Inhale the cosmos, rich in dust and void—
stretched wide with silence pieces broken Star scape.
From the gravity of less known knowledge,
let lands vast emerge in breathless echoes.
Consider what part of greater silence,
Does speak in catch of night breeze—
As we've grown curious on trails yet uncast,
Enigmas drawn on sands by unspooled consciousness.
Philosophy breeds here, beneath blooming suns,
Beyond our thoughts, ripe in unturned soil,
A tree rooted deeper than our wondering gaze—
Perhaps—an answer, parked in unheard whisper.