All are bound
Around the world
To the inner sound
That lays the ground
And moves forward.
Who makes the sound
To incessantly hound
To far away mound
Nobody ever found,
Yet, all are bound.
An inherent force drives forward,
An innate plan builds all moves,
For what purpose knows not any;
What drives force, what draws plan,
None till now decoded anywhere;
Yet all sticks to the inner sound,
Yet all strives to kiss its dictates,
That is how built the future is,
How move all life-forces ahead.
Inner sound is consciousness itself,
And inner sound is, in-motion-self,
That churns past to curdle morrow
Afresh out of the forgotten furrows.
Life force spawns successive frames
Bound to each in cause-effect dance;
Inner sound in the rhythm of rhymes
Compose future world in own nuance.
Is inner sound, heartbeat of life force?
Does inner sound unlock the life force?
Or life force sprouts the inner sound?
Perchance they exist hand in hand,
Like the sun and sunshine do within,
Or diamond and sparkles live for other,
Or beauty and grace speak out together;
They whisper and enforce what is must,
What natural laws impose in every step.
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