Echoes Of The Infinite

Echoes of the Infinite
A single drop falls into the stream,
Ripples spreading,
a waking dream.
The smallest motion,
a whisper of change,
Unseen forces through realms rearrange.
What if the stars don’t simply shine,
But answer the pulse of your heart and mine?
What if the winds don’t merely blow,
But carry the truths we barely know?
Each thought,
a thread in the cosmic weave,
A pattern shaped by what we believe.
Each choice,
a seed,
both bold and small,
Creates the forest,
reshapes it all.
The world we see is not set in stone,
But a mirror reflecting the seeds we’ve sown.
Infinite echoes,
the endless refrain,
Through us,
the universe begins again.
© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC