In mystic numbers, life’s path lies concealed,
Through ancient arts, its truths are now revealed.
A sequence woven in the fabric deep,
The Life Path Number, secrets it will keep.
With iambic rhythm, let’s journey on,
Unraveling the digits, one by one.
In pentameter’s stride, the code unwind,
To find the essence of one’s path designed.
First, birthdate’s day, a cornerstone so prime,
Its digit stands alone, a mark in time.
Then month steps forth, its value to bestow,
A piece of destiny’s grand tableau.
But wait, the year, a puzzle more complex,
Reduce to digits, don’t let it perplex.
Add all, then break apart, reduce anew,
Until a single digit comes to view.
Now add the three, a trinity of fate,
Life Path emerges, guides illuminate.
In iambic dance, its secrets are told,
Through pentameter’s grace, its story’s gold.
So let us calculate, step by step,
In iambic pentameter, secrets kept.
Life’s path, a number, resonating true,
A poetic journey, shared with me and you.