The dream of every planet is to become a star
The dream of every planet
is to become a star.
From stars we come,
to stars we shall return.
This ancient ache of longing
urges us to burn,
to shine on and on from inside out,
where illumination is a fire
without any doubt.
You are a fragment of Nature’s urge,
seeded in the Land of your birth.
You reflect that Land.
You are her flawed yet perfect vessel,
her fractal, luminous experiment.
An ancient voice whispers in this soil:
the Land will shape her peoples
until they grow into her likeness.
The time is now.
The caretakers gather,
from every colour of the Medicine Wheel,
from every hybrid root of history.
You. And me.
Watch with the mind
and you will see difference,
the threads of DNA,
the tangled heritages of tribe and migration.
Watch with the Heart
and you will see no difference at all.
For Nature does not divide.
She proliferates.
She is joy in motion,
an organic garment of shimmering light,
a symphony of endless change.
Race, culture, nation
are temporary experiments.
Monoculture is a dead end.
Homogeneity is a prison.
Fractal diversity is her law.
This is how she evolves.
She sees stars.
Sometimes she births creatures
of fleeting beauty,
a sigh, an exhalation,
a single blossom of awe.
Sometimes she births monsters
to shatter complacency,
to clear the fields for new growth.
But always, she dances.
And she longs for us to dance with her,
to vibrate in sympathetic joy,
to join her organic song of longing.
We are her agents of change,
her thin living skin,
her synaptic flashes,
her dancers of transformation.
Each of us a bridge,
carrying cosmic fire
into the body of Earth.
What does not dance rots.
What does not change withers.
But what joins the dance,
what burns with Heart and Mind in harmony,
erupts in creative fire,
in art, in love, in becoming.
Even in death
we are not lost.
We are recycled, reborn,
our minerals and memories
recast in the next wave of form.
For as the Land aspires to Star,
we too rise in her radiance.
The dream of Earth
is the dream of us:
to transmute,
to blaze,
to shine.
Dust to dust,
minerals to furnace,
ashes to galaxies:
From stars we come.
To stars we shall return.
This ancient ache of longing
urges us to burn,
to shine on and on from inside out,
where illumination is a fire
without any doubt.
And in the light of cosmic time,
though both great and small are extinguished,
it matters,
it matters deeply,
that we create,
that we explore,
that we evolve
with the courage of a loving Heart.
Copyright © Jerry Whalley | Year Posted 2025
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