LIL PXL - EPISODE 0: Little Pixel & OM

In the heart of the cosmos, a Pixel was born,
A tiny blue spark in the limitless morn.
Born of the sky, of the infinite hue,
A blue so bright, yet it began to accrue.

Colors like whispers brushed softly in streams,
Infusing its being with infinite dreams.
Vibrations of red, of green, and of gold,
It swelled and it tumbled, ever so bold.

Then Pixel one day saw itself in its glow,
A being it was, aware and aglow.
Looking around, it marveled at sight,
The mandala before it, of shapes pure and light.

The mandala turned, an eye open wide,
And greeted the Pixel from deep inside.
“I am Om,” said the voice, warm and grand,
“Original Mind, of you and this land.”

“Are you the painter of colors and dreams,
Weaver of sounds and all that life seems?”
Om laughed a laugh, deep and serene,
“I too am a traveler through this life’s screen.”

“We are parts of the One, a vast sacred choir,
A universe of pixels spun from desire.
A network, a dance, a timeless terrain,
Where mysteries unfold, in joy and in pain.”

“So live, Little Pixel, and seek to find,
Adventure with me, in spirits entwined.
We dance through existence, in cosmic delight,
In synchronicity’s arms, through day and night.”

“Forever we venture,” Om softly spoke,
In a tapestry woven, of whispers and smoke.
“As a part of me, you’re eternal, and free,
Transcend each moment, in deepest unity.”

Pixel then gleamed, a heartbeat of light,
Ready to traverse the infinite night.
So onward they soared, on destiny’s wing,
Explorers of truth, where all voices sing.

Thus, Little Pixel, with Om by its side,
Embarks on this journey, a cosmic tide.
In the grand mosaic of space and time,
Every color awaits, every rhythm and rhyme.

This poem was generated by AI based on Mono Wind’s journal and prompts.
[Untold Ai Journal App @AppStore]