Cosmic Whispers Poem by Noen Muti

Beneath the stars, I ponder fate,
My destiny etched in celestial grace,
A cosmic dance of chance and grace,
Invisible threads weaving my space.

Or is it in my grasp, a mere illusion,
A fleeting moment in cosmic motion,
A mere speck in the universe's ocean,
Yet I am here, a part of its devotion.

In my palms, the world unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of colors and tales untold,
A symphony of life that I behold,
A canvas where I can mold.

Perhaps fate is not a force to be sought,
But a journey to be embarked and wrought,
A path that's chosen and not bought,
In this world where we're all interwrought.