Micro / Macro I know you don’t understand The way my mind works But I have to understand I have to know I find the patterns Put the pieces together Trace the lines See how they connect When I was a little girl Nothing made sense So my mind learned to search I didn’t reject the information I rejected what didn’t fit Because something in me Always knew There was a pattern Micro Macro As above So below As within So without Micro Macro Everything reflects Everything connects Everything is a little piece Of something bigger Sacred geometry Running through creation Numbers underneath it Like a hidden conversation The patterns keep repeating Whether you believe or not Numbers don’t ask permission To become what they are I call it God’s language You can call me crazy But sit with it Ruminate Turn it over Turn it around The longer you look The more you see The more you see The more you know One Becomes two Two creates tension Polarity Opposition Two becomes three And three Creates One Two Three Creation Then four Foundation Four corners Something solid Something true Five Movement Curiosity The seeker Six Family Responsibility Community Seven Knowledge Depth The search Eight Balance Abundance The return Nine Culmination Integration The end And the beginning Again Micro Macro As above So below As within So without The same patterns Different scale The same story Different face I learned to see it Everywhere In the way we love In the way we fight In the way we build In the way we break The microcosm Of how humans interact The macrocosm Of how the world reacts Same pattern Different scale Same pieces Different kaleidoscope Math was the only thing That ever made sense to me Numbers didn’t lie Everything else Felt strange Information came in And something in me said That’s not right Not because I didn’t want to learn Because I wanted the truth The seeker in me Doesn’t reject information It rejects wrong information Micro Macro Zoom in Zoom out Look at the cell Look at the world Look at the person Look at the whole Sacred geometry Everywhere I go Numbers in the patterns Patterns in the flow Nikola Tesla Three Six Nine Something about those numbers Something I can’t explain But I can feel Three Six Nine Like a frequency Running through time Three Six Nine A pattern underneath The design We are more connected Than we want to admit Not just emotionally Structurally What happens within us Doesn’t stay within us What isn’t integrated Shows up outside Schism Creates fracture Fracture Creates vibration And vibration Moves Micro Macro As above So below As within So without What we bury Doesn’t disappear What we refuse to see Appears somewhere near And I see it in my daughter Not as broken But as signaling Something different Something speaking Something asking us To pay attention A mirror A pattern A fractal A piece of us Reflecting us She carries pieces Of where we came from Pieces of who we were Pieces of the shadows We didn’t yet know And maybe that’s why She feels like nine Culmination Integration The end of a cycle The beginning of another Something that forces The pieces back together Whether we’re comfortable Or not Carl Jung said Until you make The unconscious conscious It will rule your life And maybe we’ve spent Generations Running from our shadows Walking half awake Afraid to look Afraid to know Afraid to become But the shadow doesn’t disappear It waits It watches It whispers Until we finally turn around And say I see you Micro Macro The same pieces New patterns The same story New scale The same universe Looking back at itself Through you Through me Through everything Nothing feels random anymore Not the pattern Not the tension Not the fracture Not the healing It’s a kaleidoscope Constantly shifting Constantly reflecting Pieces rearranging Patterns connecting And I used to run from it Now I welcome it I want to see it I want to know I want to understand I want the whole thing Micro Macro As above So below As within So without Zoom in Zoom out Look again Look again Look again Because the pattern Was always there I just had to learn How to see it.
