A triangles fine, but the circle’s best.
A point begets a line, a line, a square.
The square unfolds till cubes are stacked in air.
The eye aligns the rows to map its quest.
The pyramid, the diamond, the cone.
The world we see... a matrix drawn out neat.
If order rules, the blueprint lies complete,
& geometry designs the knowledge known.
The heart however knows no ruler straight,
A circle grows from centre out beyond.
A raindrop falls from globe to ripple pond
& love in rings & spirals emanate.
The circle’s sphere of radiant light divine
The spirit luminous in sacred wine.
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