THE DIVINE CONSTELLATION
You’re the sparkling light leading me
Through the darkness of life’s forest;
Shattering all trying to lead me astray:-
There is no darkness your light
Can’t penetrate—shattering blindness:
Enlightening awareness constellated to all:-
You are indeed the sun, moon, and stars of life,
Filling it with the glow that blinds evil deviations;
For you are God’s divine wisdom and guidance:-
If the world is a poem,
then each line contains a sky,
and each stanza is a breath
that refuses to be final.
We are the echo and the echoer,
the question and the quiet answer,
a constellation of colors
born of a single seed of light.
An eye looks down from the Andromeda void,
threading a needle with silver starlight.
It sews your hand into mine,
a pattern on a tapestry that screams in neon.
We were charted before we had shadows.
I remember the ink of destiny
spilled upon the zodiac’s table,
where fish learned to fly in sapphire air.
Your eyes are two planets navigating my skin,
a collision written in atomic dust.
If you peel back the skin of the midnight sky,
you will find the ink is still wet.
Your laughter is a supernova,
a sudden punctuation mark,
making everything we do…
simply inevitable.
Star tapestry
Pose, the world
Is watching you
Endlessly traveling across the night sky,
I crash like a comet, leaving no trace
Framed by the sweep of Northern Lights
When the light within my retina fades,
And my spirit flickers out,
And your efforts
to rekindle it
With stardust in your hands.
Recalled from time’s orbit
Into a pale shadow that craves radiance.
I turn to the past while gazing at the moon,
With the entire galaxy above my head.
I whisper...
My oath again—
Even if my body and mind desert me,
My constellation remains untouched.
A tribute to "STARGAZER" by Ronnie James Dio
Where are you in the constellation
Where do we fit in the whip-chained nation
Towers of stone and flesh and bone
Can’t bring the sun from the shadow
Won’t save the sun from the shadow
And time has no meaning
As the dead are all leaving
Leaving all the living behind
Their voices echo in my mind
The desert sand spins
As we come to our ends
And we leave all the living behind
With their voices echoing blind
Is it far, is it far
Tell me how far
To your constellation high in the stars
Our time has come
And then passed us by
Leaving but a memory
Beneath a Neptune dark sky
Is it far, is it far
Tell me how far
To the wizard’s constellation
winged ram golden pelt
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Argo
ship of fools
cold constellations
degraded by detritus ~
cosmic collision
In every family system a distinct universe exists
Everyone in their orbit yet come together to coexist
As the solar system spins planets maybe drift apart
But the galaxies gravitational pull connects all hearts
He is lifted above the deserted wilderness as a snake
His tail is the starlight river that flows into delight
Christ bursts forth the brightest river so every pearl can return home
(Inspired by the teaching by the ancient Gnostic sect the "Peratics" that Christ opened a door to paradise through the draco constellation)
red dwarf stars compete
to over shine giant stars ---
the polestar simpers
30 January 2023
A crown of constellation rests upon her head.
A child born of a prophecy of catastrophes ahead.
Warmed by a dragon's breath,
Clothed by a fur of death,
Dancing among tragedies, disgracing the swans.
She never tangles the thread of her pawns.
She, to death, is an ally of peace,
To life, an irritating tease.
Falls into my arms in a gleeful way.
The fate of light never sees a peaceful day.
Down it comes a sudden thought.
Do I deserve her or do I not?
I told them, my back against the wooden
dock, staring, eyes wide in the lack of light.
If aliens came for me, I told them,
I would pick up and gladly go tonight.
Above us was that vast inviting sky.
Around us, the sweatshirt-and-flip-flops of
late spring, we searched for constellations. High
above us we found Leo. How I love
the idea of escaping there. I stopped
and asked do you ever flip the universe
in your head? We are not lying on top
of earth but hanging off the bottom. Curse
gravity for not letting me embark
into the crystal backwards question mark.
Priscilla was born under a lucky constellation
Without a single bit of consternation
Born under a lucky constellation
The entire town was in celebration
We were excited, filled with excited jubilation.
A lovely couple – Wilbur and Winnie Thyme.
They had patiently waited a long time
To get the ultimate gift, a baby girl.
She was adorable too with one gentle curl.
They had wealth and cherished antiques.
They did not care; she was a doll who squeaks.
They were all about giving her whatever she needed.
She was a success, in everything she succeeded.
The Thymes were pleased, proud and puffed.
Priscilla was not the kind of girl who huffed.
She was born under a loving galaxy.
Cherished by every native – wild and free.
You need a dark sky
to gather your constellation
and I can see
every twinkle of it
in your eyes when
the crescent moon
takes shape in your face.
Yet I feel your hesitation;
Unsure about whether or not I'm
Just an inimical cloud
that pours ache to your heart.
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