Lifes Rotations

Universes of time, aged stars; Silent and bright, how they swirl. Each one lights its own corner of the heavens; each stands as one body; serving the universe, alone. They all reach great heights. There are no fears here of heights; no phobias among these stars; despite them having to stand alone. Round and round they swirl; each centrifugal body, swirling in the heavens. When people look at the heavens; they look to great heights; and peruse those wondrous bodies. They stare and dream, beneath the stars; watching them blink and swirl; each doing their job together, yet alone. The state of being alone, up there, in the heavens; in a constant state of, swirling; can steer them to those, limitless heights. Like people, they are travelers, those stars; little gypsy’s in cosmic light bodies. With no limbs to impede their bodies; they travel to other universes, alone. Each life has its own journey, even a star; as it travels through the heavens; it achieves, greater and greater heights; never looking back, as it swirls. Like stars, the human mind, with dreams…swirls; within the mortal body; Until it too, achieves great heights; and doing this, very much alone. Man dreams of rising to heaven; just like the gypsy stars. In the end, like dwarfed stars; the human mind will cease its swirl. In the heights of heaven, there is no mortal body. No soul is alone, yet without any spin, it achieves those new heights.