one night and pick out a star;
stare at it until the sky is
forgotten into the infinite blackness
and project yourself into its resplendent iridescence.
extend the ever-reaching arms of your
consciousness into the supreme unknown
and touch the celestial orb with your soul.
cover your mind in its stardust until you
travel through space-time and embrace
the creator of worlds,
the progenitor of life -
the God without faith.
in every glint of luminous light,
you travel millions of years into the past -
into an eternity unknown.
acknowledge this sacred star
and then pick another.
the cosmos is yours for the taking;
it is the harmony between your soul-mind
and the star that allows it to shimmer.
without you, the universe is empty,
with you, everything is infinite.
wink back at the stars,
because the joke is on them.