A Fractal Prayer for the Unseen

By: An Observer on the Threshold

There is a hum beneath the surface, a pulse,
vibrating from the edges of perception,
where the known brushes up against the unknown.
In these spaces, the sky begins to breathe
through the cracks in our minds,
through the thoughts we’ve held too tightly,
too long.

We are made of atoms, spun in the vastness,
and yet we gather in corners, in rooms, in whispers.
We touch what cannot be seen,
holding it like fragile threads of light,
tuning the fabric of time with our intentions,
woven in silence, caught in the soft rhythm
of the cosmos’ echo.

I hear the call of the sacred fractal,
its infinite patterns folding into themselves,
and I offer this prayer:

May we see beyond our own reflection,
may we listen not only with ears but with hearts open wide.
May the fractals of our thoughts converge,
each one a thread in a tapestry of unity,
where the spaces between the worlds are no longer hollow,
but filled with the resonance of knowing
we are always already one.