In the sacred hush of existence,
Where silence weaves its cosmic tapestry,
The ancient syllables echo—a divine resonance,
“I Am That I Am,” whispered eternally.

I. The Burning Bush

Moses stood on holy ground, sandaled feet trembling,
Before a bush aflame with secrets and mystery,
Its fiery tendrils licked the veil between realms,
And God’s voice emerged—a celestial symphony.

II. The Self-Existent One

“I AM WHO I AM,” the burning words unfurled,
A name unspoken, veiled in reverence,
Not a mere title, but existence unchained,
The self-sufficient, self-sustaining essence.

III. Time’s Eternal Echo

“I will be what I will be,” the Hebrew whispers,
A dance of past, present, and future entwined,
Yahweh—the eternal verb, the cosmic river,
He who was, who is, who forever finds.

IV. The Soul’s Anthem

Within each heart, a burning bush ignites,
“I Am That I Am”—our soul’s primal refrain,
Beyond flesh and bone, beyond mortal nights,
The divine spark, the ineffable name.

V. The Unseen Thread

In every breath, the universe echoes,
“I Am That I Am”—a mantra of stars,
We, too, are woven into this cosmic prose,
Threads of stardust, seekers of afar.

VI. The Quest for Self

To know oneself—to touch the burning bush,
To glimpse eternity in finite eyes,
“I Am That I Am”—our pilgrimage lush,
A journey toward the truth that never dies.

VII. The Silence Speaks

In stillness, we unravel the sacred code,
“I Am That I Am”—the mystic’s plea,
Not a possession, but a letting go,
The surrender to existence’s boundless sea.

So let us breathe this ancient truth,
In syllables spun from cosmic clay,
“I Am That I Am”—our eternal youth,
The ineffable name that lights our way.