Break-Outs
The stars break up slowly,
a lifetime of moments,
become strings of revelations.
They are not exceptional, nor astounding,
just doors opening wider in your mind.
You do not recollect the instances,
a river of days and nights
leads you imperfectively,
from starry pinpoints
into cosmic blossoming's.
You got here
by simply watching,
by not damning any rivers
with past and future illusions.
Now starlight is in you, observing,
what will bloom now,
out of
your ever flowering consciousness.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment