The cosmos sees itself through the individual eye,
creating space from limited believes not shy.
Whispering firmament reflecting source consenting dreamer,
detached magnification of a rhetoric believer.
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'Where intuitions swarm in harmonious wisdom, the essence poised for all sainted blossom. The soul in timeless sphere is waiting for the view, until it dreams in the threshold of the new.' - An excellent end to this beautiful poem on spirituality! Well done, dear poet!