In the quiet moments before dawn,
when the embers of night still weave their magic,
the third eye whispers with aged tongue,
secrets held in the clasp of silvery starlight.
Do you hear the faint echoes?
The distant pulse from stars yet unseen,
where the mind's horizon stretches beyond the tangible,
gathering the dust of cosmic introspection.
To ponder is to embrace the void,
unfurling the petals of your mind
to the celestial dance—
gentle ripples across an eternal sea.