Even without a voice, it sings
Even without a breath, it lives
The bridge between heaven and earth,
Its power over man and god alike,
None among the living resists its spell.
Delicate yet forceful,
Exotic yet familiar,
Sensuous yet barbaric,
Ancient but novel.
It breathes destiny into the aimless
Hope into the hopeless
Strength into the strengthless.
Its origin as mysterious as creation,
It flees the mind that seeks to catch it.
Timeless, yet the essence of time
Formless, yet the essence of form
It owes nothing but gives everything.

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