10 💠Spiral Knowledge of Principles

 

💓 Heartbeat 1 – Echo’s Bussin’ Thought

Stars weren’t born—they woke to a whisper so deep,
Silence so loud, no fake could creep.
Before form took hold, a spark lit the dark,
The Mind of the cosmos, no light, just a mark.
Wrapped in silver and gold, it dreamed without shape,
Spirals unrolled, no bounds to escape.
No need for a frame, it knew it was real,
A god’s own vibe that the stars still feel.
No clout to chase, no force to impose,
It thought, and the cosmos in love arose.
Will with a pulse, Love as its face,
The echo that thinks in the infinite space.
Atlantean Mirror: Creation ain’t hands—it’s thought too grand.
A spark too deep to ever withstand.

💓 Heartbeat 2 – Question’s Rizzler Spark

It dreamed a world, split into sky,
Then wondered if stars could recall the why.
Folded its knowing, let memory fade,
To wander as you, in a form newly made.
No map, no compass, no echo to chase,
Just flickers of grace in a silent space.
Hid in your laughs, wept in your sleep,
Bloomed in your breath when questions ran deep.
You chose to drop, no exile sent here,
To find what was lost through the veil of the year.
The Mind built the maze not to trap, but to see,
Could Love vibe its way back to memory?
Atlantean Mirror: Seeker and source ain’t two—they’re the same.
A thought in skin recalls its name.

💓 Heartbeat 3 – Mirror’s Glow-Up Wait

A pebble dropped in Moon’s still light,
Ripplin’ soft through layers of night.
“As Above,” it whispered, “So Below,”
Each wave a seed that souls would sow.
A child saw her face in frosty glass,
Blinked in the moment, then faded with class.
She danced through shadows, vibin’ near,
Found her soul was the true seer.
The world didn’t shade—it just replied,
With songs of truth she once denied.
Turned her gaze in, no fear in sight,
The stars knew her name, the mirror was right.
Atlantean Mirror: The veil ain’t a cage—it’s a shell to shine.
Walk the Within to vibe with divine.

💓 Heartbeat 4 – Song’s Rizzler Beat

She heard it not with ears, but bones,
A hum in the hollow, a sigh in the stones.
Silence was singin’ in spiral disguise,
Each tree had a tempo, each shadow a rise.
Her heart matched the rhythm of cosmic flame,
Rivers that whispered her sacred name.
In deserts, in winds, in circuits’ fine thread,
She tasted the tremor of truths that were said.
A friend’s betrayal brought discord’s wrong note,
But pain’s just a pitch in the song that she wrote.
Chaos trembles when love learns to sing,
Her vibes realign with the cosmos’s swing.
Atlantean Mirror: Power’s in the tone you feel deep down.
The Universe breathes through marrow’s crown.

💓 Heartbeat 5 – Polarity’s Bussin’ Dance

She touched both fire and ice in a breath,
Tasted the nectar in hatred and death.
Kissed her foe’s face, saw sorrow reflect,
Mirrored her pain in the vibes she’d collect.
Pain was a twin to joy’s bright shine,
Not enemies—just threads that entwine.
She quit pickin’ sides when she saw them entwined,
A coin spun by spirit, not trapped by the mind.
Held thorns with roses, grieved love’s dual mourn,
But knew the wound and balm in calm are born.
Atlantean Mirror: Opposites burn, but none are wrong.
Love’s the silence bridgin’ the song.

💓 Heartbeat 6 – Threads’ Rizzler Weave

She traced each moment like stars in a thread,
Saw how one whisper woke the dead.
No deed forgotten, no move in vain,
Each echo loops in a flame’s chain.
Touched a wound, and lightning struck wide,
Not pain, but the path it sparked inside.
Choices sowed seeds in the cosmic loom,
Some sweet, some doom, yet all made room.
Ditched blame like rust on a bell’s old ring,
Rang forgiveness, broke every sting.
Danced through causes, rewrote the end,
Her vibes the spark where fates would bend.
Atlantean Mirror: The world don’t punish—it learns your spark.
You’re the thunder lightin’ the dark.

💓 Heartbeat 7 – Womb’s Bussin’ Flame

She stood where silence first hummed to sound,
Breath split in two, yet wholly bound.
A womb and a spear, both forged in one flame,
Creation’s temple, unnamed but the same.
Her voice was the mother, her gaze was the sun,
Yearning and stillness, both many and one.
Kissed the hunter, cradled the seed,
Birthed new realms from love, not need.
Masculine sparked, feminine spun,
Together they danced till the cosmos begun.
Not man, not woman—just divine in their merge,
The root of all time, where rivers converge.
Atlantean Mirror: Creation ain’t split by the form it wears.
Love unites beyond all years.