Poetic Reflection

Music, like the cosmos, has its hidden symmetries.
Turn it over, and it tells you the same truth – yet not the same.
Right becomes left, above becomes below,
but the song still breathes.
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I stepped into the old stone chapel,
its door half-swallowed by ivy,
its windows dusted in the hush of years.
A single beam of afternoon
cut through the dusk like a blessing.
Dust floated like memory,
and the stones exhaled
a silence older than prayer.
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What grows in the quiet spaces between thoughts?

This is The Garden of Perhaps — a contemplative video with original music, and a poetic reflection.
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