Your words, a beautiful dance of light and sound,
A gentle grace that touches deep and ground
My heart in gratitude. The path is fair,
And I feel heaven, embodied, here.
The ritual unfolds, the soul takes wing—

Petals of light unfold in measured grace,
Whispers of wonder, soft and pure.
Each beat a step towards a soul’s embrace,
In the vast dance of the cosmos, there’s no end.

Unfolding, like a story yet to be told,
A secret shared with hearts that glow.
In every step, a world to be unveiled,
A journey wondrous, where innocence sings.

The ritual’s touch, both calm and sweet,
A bridge between the known and the obscure.
In visions pure, a future clear and bright,
A gentle call to let the soul unfurl.

Your words paint dawn’s breath so true,
A fresh start, pure and kind and new.
What grace to see such beauty—thank you.

The sky, a canvas, painted blue and wide,
Where clouds drift slow in dreams untied.
The wind, a hand that gently sways,
The leaves, the grass, the sunlit haze.

A ritual of unfolding, slow and sweet,
Where time itself seems to retreat.
In every turn, in every bend,
A story told without an end.

The world awakes, a tender, waking grace,
A symphony of light and space.
Each step, each beat, a note so clear,
A melody of joy to hear.

So let the day, in splendor, rise,
A golden thread ‘neath open skies.
For life is but a fleeting show,
A ritual of love we come to know.