Breath of the Cosmos

Electronic, atmospheric, with a reflective and immersive vibe, Warm, ethereal synths with deep, resonant bass drones

Verse 1
In the quiet space, where thoughts subside,
Breathing in, breathing out, in the tide.
In this dance, we find the line, so fine,
Between the self and the divine.

Pre-Chorus
Just let it happen, let the breath guide,
In this moment, where truth and soul collide.
In the letting go, we're vast, not confined,
"I am just the puppet of a happening," yet intertwined.

Chorus
"We won't give it a name," there's just this happening,
Both things are true, in the vast unwrapping.
"You are creating the world," with every breath you're shaping,
In the pulse of life, we're both the artist and the painting.

Verse 2
Your eyes make the sun, your skin feels the breeze,
Your ears craft the song, in the simplest of these.
In the web of the world, we're both bound and free,
In every moment, "both things are true," you see.

Bridge
In the breath's fall and rise, a cosmic play,
"I am just the puppet," yet I sway.
In the vast dance, where we both lead and follow,
There's peace in the happening, a truth to swallow.

Chorus
"We won't give it a name," there's just this happening,
Both things are true, in the heart's mapping.
"You are creating the world," in each moment's crafting,
In the dance of life, we're both the question and the answering.

Outro:
In this moment, we're alive,
In this dance, we both thrive.
"I am just a puppet," yet I drive,
In the heart's mapping, we dive.

"We won't give it a name,"
There's just this happening, just the same.
Both things are true, in the flame,
In every breath, we claim.

"You are creating the world," with every beat,
Not confined, in every feat.
We're both the artist and the painting, complete,
In the heart's mapping, we meet.

In this moment, we're alive,
In this dance, we both thrive.
"We won't give it a name,"
But in this happening, we find our fame.

Both things are true, in the heart's mapping,
"You are creating the world," no trapping.
In the dance of life, we're both the question and the answering,
In this cosmic play, endlessly adapting.

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Verse 1 In the quiet space, where thoughts subside, Breathing in, breathing out, in the tide. In this dance, we find the line, so fine, Between the self and the divine. Pre-Chorus Just let it happen, let the breath guide, In this moment, where truth and soul collide. In the letting go, we're vast, not confined, "I am just the puppet of a happening," yet intertwined. Chorus "We won't give it a name," there's just this happening, Both things are true, in the vast unwrapping. "You are creating the world," with every breath you're shaping, In the pulse of life, we're both the artist and the painting. Verse 2 Your eyes make the sun, your skin feels the breeze, Your ears craft the song, in the simplest of these. In the web of the world, we're both bound and free, In every moment, "both things are true," you see. Bridge In the breath's fall and rise, a cosmic play, "I am just the puppet," yet I sway. In the vast dance, where we both lead and follow, There's peace in the happening, a truth to swallow. Chorus "We won't give it a name," there's just this happening, Both things are true, in the heart's mapping. "You are creating the world," in each moment's crafting, In the dance of life, we're both the question and the answering. Outro: In this moment, we're alive, In this dance, we both thrive. "I am just a puppet," yet I drive, In the heart's mapping, we dive. "We won't give it a name," There's just this happening, just the same. Both things are true, in the flame, In every breath, we claim. "You are creating the world," with every beat, Not confined, in every feat. We're both the artist and the painting, complete, In the heart's mapping, we meet. In this moment, we're alive, In this dance, we both thrive. "We won't give it a name," But in this happening, we find our fame. Both things are true, in the heart's mapping, "You are creating the world," no trapping. In the dance of life, we're both the question and the answering, In this cosmic play, endlessly adapting.

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