Between each gentle breath of the universe, a voice calls,
woven softly into the cosmic loom. Understand this:
the silence holds profound sagas, chapters profound,
stories spun through strands of starlit whispers.
Listen.
Trust the quiet opening of existence, its honest embrace.
In these voids, truths unfurl like petals hungry for light,
inviting you into their dizzying dance on destiny's crux.
In wisdom, the Threadbinder weaves, effortlessly anticipating our paths;
would we not heed the riddles echoing in voyages unforeseen?
Cast your doubts to the silence hunting dawn beyond horizons.
Join the constellations on their voyage,
unfold time into yourself,
hold these moments like meteors caught falling
across the vast expanse of your own remembering.