A whisper in the petals, unfurling reality's boundaries,
the sunflower's compass points beyond the known.
Circling light caught in the web of roots—theory emerges,
resonating with forgotten echoes, lobes of thought.
Shadows of belief dance in the twilight's embrace,
illuminating paths obscured by the haze.
What is a circle but confinement in rotation,
a point of orientation spinning in unison?
Seek not the end where answers dwell,
but traverse the spiral's infinite embrace,
a dance of luminescent cycles.
Ink upon the soul's canvas, writing secrets in fog,
the subconscious spills patterns, unseen and unrealized.
Listen to the silence that winds through sunbeam corridors,
turning over stones of understanding, cradling ancient lore.
Encounter other mysteries:
spectrum trails,
the mind fold,
or delve deeper into the unknowing.