When frequencies meet
with the same intensity,
one object feels the other—
just as soul and mind connect
with the rhythm of pulse.

Its. like doppelgänger never meets,
yet vibrates with the same force;
shadows breathe where dark
emerges from the light.

It is the singing bowl’s arcane,
where water creates healing sound,
and nature balances
the circle of life.

Shall it called mere resonance
or some mystical bound?