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In the beginning, there was Hydrogen —
The breathless breath, the unseen seed.
Born before stars, yet pulsing in all,
Vishnu in vapor, silence in need.
Subconscious —
The silent river of the gods,
Not many, but One,
Flowing through every being
Without name, without fear,
Without break in form.
Oxygen burns, Hydrogen lifts,
Together — they calm.
Radha and Krishna,
Chaos and Order,
Fiery love sealed in water’s balm.
On Earth, hydrogen is rare,
We doubt God.
But look above — the sky,
Where Hydrogen reigns.
Is that not where we say heaven lies?
