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The beauty of form.
The perfect circle.
Balance, harmony, sensation,
Infused with energy, spin together.
We are infinite,
We are creation.

We search for the explanation,
Of the unexplained,
Prophecy or theory,
The soul grows weary in it’s ways.
So mankind strays from it’s purpose,
To explore,
Much deeper then the surface,
Some try to ignore.

We are part of the equation,
The universe of inspiration,
The science of vibrations,
Musical notations,
Tantric pulsations,
Reach for the infinite.
When two, becomes one.

 

Reine’

 

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