The curve of the fruit in the palm of the hand A blueprint of life written in the sand From the silent dance of a single cell To the cosmic ring where the spirits dwell The iris opens, a window of light Mapping the path through the velvet night It’s the shape of the start, the shape of the end In every circle, the dimensions blend Can you feel the pulse? Can you feel the glow? The geometry that the ancients know The ovary dreams in the dark of the womb A seed of the sun breaking out of the gloom The planet is breathing, a marble of blue Rotating in rhythm, making us new From the juice of the grape to the eye of the storm The sacred curvature takes its form Oh, Sacred Sphere, oculus of the soul In your perfect orbit, you make us whole From the nucleus spark to the burning sun The cycle of the world has just begun Floating in the ether, spinning in the deep A promise that the universe will keep Round and round, the spiral climbs Breaking the gears of mechanical times No corners to hide, no edges to fear Transcendence is found in the heart of the sphere The eye is the circle in the silence of the world Oh, Sacred Sphere, oculus of the soul In your perfect orbit, you make us whole From the nucleus spark to the burning sun The cycle of the world has just begun Floating in the ether, spinning in the deep A promise that the universe will keep