Like a symphony, we move our intentions in time and space 

with masterful direction 

We are the strings and the hand that plucks them 

We are the wood and steel and the wind that moves through them 

We are the music and the spheres from which it flows 

We are the flow and the source of it 

We are the dance and the still point that holds it 

We are everything and everything is us 

In the chaos we call Life 

Lives the beauty we call creation: 

Beautiful constellations of the Self 

the worlds within worlds 

fractals of the Beloved