Tetraktys 10 is the fourth triangular number.
Pure harmonics upon the musical scale.
The monochord flowers: One, Two, Three, Four.
The wind blowing, ride the sound.
The sail is swollen by your own breath.
Enter the grids of dawn, with awe, for a maiden flight.
On cue, the sky opens up to reveal akashic destiny:
filigree arabesques weave a pillow for your soul.
Harmony is your own name.
The music of the spheres moves upon the lake of life.
You choreograph the trajectories of your inner stars:
each step is a song,
every thought a symphony.
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