I woke up to birds singing

Strings vibrate
the Universe resonates
like the heavenly spheres.

To know truth
is not to know science,
it is to guess to what cadence
the Goddess' footsteps
fall.

To know beauty
is not to serve vanity, or transient physical interests;
it is to understand harmony
and all it entails.

If you must ask yourself about meaning
it betrays only that you havent yet loved
the melody your own life traces.

And for it to come together
you must make a decision:
from what instrument shall I pour my destiny?