Resonance of Clay

Do you know what dwells in you deep?

Not dust alone—you are cosmos, not sleep.

From clay you rose—was it all by chance?

Or were you sent with a destined dance?

The heavens awaited your earthly spark,

Now you shine through the veil and the dark.

You’re a drop, yet within you lies the sea,

In your dust sleeps divinity’s key.

The angels asked, “Shall this be the heir?”

But wisdom unveiled a truth rare and fair.

This earth, this sky, this turning sphere,

Their rhythm lives because you are here.

You may blossom the world into spring,

Or turn it to ash with your reckoning.

Know thyself—lest you lose your thread,

And wander the path where truth has fled.

You are a trust, not a crown to claim,

Your vicegerency bears no throne or name.

So rise, O dust, take shape and flame,

And write in the stars your sacred name.