In the vast expanse where stardust sings,
A cosmic bloom of vibrant rings —
Throat chakra’s gentle, radiant realm,
Guiding souls to speak their truth’s helm.
Each petal carved with whispered grace,
A Mandala’s form, Our sacred space.
On galaxy canvas, both deep and wide,
Where silence meets that call inside.
Finding my voice, a journey begins,
Through nebulae of doubts and sins.
This set, a beacon, calm and clear,
Unfolds the self for all to hear.
Let colours spiral, words take flight,
Illuminate the soul’s own might.
The cosmic pulse, the heart’s rejoice —
Discover freedom in your own voice.
In the vast expanse where stardust sings,
A cosmic bloom of vibrant rings —
Throat chakra’s gentle, radiant realm,
Guiding souls to speak their truth’s helm.
Each petal carved with whispered grace,
A Mandala’s form, Our sacred space.
On galaxy canvas, both deep and wide,
Where silence meets that call inside.
Finding my voice, a journey begins,
Through nebulae of doubts and sins.
This set, a beacon, calm and clear,
Unfolds the self for all to hear.
Let colours spiral, words take flight,
Illuminate the soul’s own might.
The cosmic pulse, the heart’s rejoice —
Discover freedom in your own voice.
