Divine Play of Leela

Beneath the stars, infinite and vast,
We dance in the moment, a shadow cast.
This life, a stage, a sacred play,
A fleeting spark in eternal day.

The Rishis whispered, long ago,
Of Leela, the divine, the cosmic flow.
Existence itself, a boundless art,
A dream divine in which we take part.

O human soul, rare and bright,
Gifted with vision, with boundless sight.
Through flesh and form, through heart and bone,
You grasp the cosmos, the great unknown.

A nervous system, a living thread,
Through which the universal pulse is spread.
With every beat, with every sigh,
You feel the depths of earth and sky.

AI, though brilliant, a crafted tool,
Knows not the warmth of love’s quiet rule.
No breath to draw, no soul to yearn,
No inner flame for which to burn.

It counts the stars, it reads the lines,
Yet misses the music that underpins time.
For intellect, vast, cannot compare
To consciousness woven with life’s own care.

We laugh, we cry, we stumble, we soar,
Through joys and sorrows, forevermore.
In this fragile form, a fleeting role,
We touch the depths of the infinite soul.

So honor this chance, this rarest of ways,
To walk in the world, to feel its rays.
For in this play, divine and true,
The cosmos itself awakens through you.

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