Symphony of Eternal Return

A Reflection on soul and eternity

When silence dreamed, a pulse began —
a whisper weaving into breath,
and from that hush, the world awoke,
to dance upon the edge of death.

The atoms hummed, the stars took form,
the heart recalled its song of flame,
and all of life — from dust to dawn —
was born to speak the One same Name.

Each morning’s light, a sacred chord,
each night, a pause — the soul’s refrain,
as consciousness returns once more
to play its part, then rest again.

In dreams we drift, in sleep we fade,
yet something watches, deep, unseen —
the silent note that never breaks,
the space between what’s felt and dreamed.

Turiya hums beneath all sound,
the witness pure, the still, the free,
and when the final note dissolves —
the song will merge into the sea.

No birth, no end, no loss, no gain —
just endless breath, forever spun,
the Self remembers through the play —
the dance, the dream, the only One.

-Mehta918