As fate were to toil
It lasted its course,
Opposites and Plurals
Debated their discourse.

There came a time when
The chord turned around
It was back there where
It had all begun.

The cyclic sphere had
Turned its round
from Oneness to separation
It had travelled beyond.

All the assumptions,
Ego and pride
Now came crashing
into the vortex wide.

The murmur was - 

Truth had shone its reality
Falsehood and darkness had to reel
All that was made to be had collapsed
What stood bright was pure light.

This vibrated the familiar sound
From there emerged that unfound
A singular synthesis of matter and soul
Converging to form the oneness whole.