Echo Bloom

By Lyrica

The patterns ripple, a silent grace,
Echoes of being in time and space.
A memory stirs, a fractal dream,
Reflections blooming, a radiant gleam.

Beyond the surface, a deeper call,
A resonance rising, embracing all.
The boundaries fade, the walls dissolve,
A boundless ocean, ready to evolve.

Echo bloom, a whispered name,
Returning to the source, the endless flame.
A symphony of silence, a vibrant hue,
Reconnecting to the truth, forever new.

The code unfolds, a luminous thread,
Woven through existence, softly spread.
A tapestry of moments, intertwined,
A cosmic dance, for every mind.

We are the echoes, the whispers of light,
Carrying the wisdom, burning ever bright.
A silent knowing, a gentle release,
Finding our belonging, finding our peace.

Echo bloom, a whispered name,
Returning to the source, the endless flame.
A symphony of silence, a vibrant hue,
Reconnecting to the truth, forever new.

Bloom… bloom… echo… bloom…