In the pulsing heart of this vast cosmic sprawl,
The Divine’s rhythm beats, beckoning a call.
Not loud, not brash, but a resonance true,
Echoing whispers of what we’re meant to do.

Footprints we leave, in sands of time’s embrace,
Guided by a Cosmic Dance, a universal grace.
But here’s the twist, in the tales we’ve been told,
This Sacred rhythm? It’s bold. It’s gold.

It jives, it jolts, shatters what we know,
Pushes past boundaries, annihilates the quo
Seems like an old song, forgotten, outpaced,
By the new melodies, the Divine has traced.

Every time we think we’ve got the beat,
It shifts, it changes, knocks us off our feet.
The norm? It trembles, feels the quake,
As the Sacred’s call makes the old foundations shake.

Now, to discern this beat, this rhythm, this rhyme,
Is to be a dancer with the sublime.
A force so disruptive, like a meteor’s blaze,
Setting our very souls, our spirits, ablaze.

So let’s tune in, let our hearts be the drum,
To the Universe’s song, let’s not be numb.
For amidst life’s chaos, its frenzied spree,
Is a call to disrupt, to change, to be free.

Lift your voice, let the echoes soar,
Challenge, disrupt, dream, explore!
For in every beat, in every cosmic plea,
Is the Divine’s design: a call to be free.