The Frequency of Being
where the God Frequency breathes
not heard, but revealed,
in spirals and triangles,
in breath and number.
What seems like chaos,
is sacred recursion,
a geometry of becoming
patterns folding, unfolding,
woven in symmetry,
spun in light.
Emergence hums
between form and flux,
a pulse beneath time,
carried by vibrational knowing
the silent song of all things.
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