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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