We ride the shimmer, stardust spun/
Between the birth of dying suns/
A groove of galaxies unwinds/
The pulse of silence, vast, sublime/
Nebulae breathe, in violet streams/
We waltz on waves of astral dreams/
Comet tails curl, a cosmic tune/
Our shadows cast by fractured moons/
Through veils of gas and drifting light,
We pass from day into the night/
Where gravity’s embrace is loose
We dance, unanchored, star-induced/
Electric hearts, in sync, align
With every ancient, pulsing sign/
We cross the nebula, become
A groove eternal, endless drum/
And when the universe exhales
Its secrets, stardust, cosmic tales/
We’ll still be moving, you and I,
Across the nebula-lit sky/
Through lenses cold and ground from mountain glass,
We watched the dying worlds of iron pass.
For generations, every spark we found
Was tethered to a bleeding, broken ground—
The sudden flash of silo doors undone,
The brief, horrific birthing of a sun,
Then ash that drifted like a heavy shroud
To lock a planet in a toxic cloud.
We turned our mirrors to the northern sky,
Expecting just another world to die,
To see Vaeloria’s final signature
Be etched in fire, black and premature.
We braced for the familiar, sudden glare
Of empires burning down their final air.
But what we found across the cosmic deep
Was not the final, static-riddled sleep.
The planet did not burn; it started glowing,
A quiet, silver respiration growing,
As if a willow made of starlight grew
And drank the poison till the sky turned blue.
No high radiation tore the night,
But pulses of a deep, organic light.
A lonely mind had stitched the broken spheres,
And washed away a century of fears.
We leaned into our sights, amazed to see
A world redeemed by a single tree.
My faith tells me I will see you again
Though every step forward leaves you behind
You are finally free of heartbreak and pain
But I measure mine in everything I find
I must abandon you, to keep the comfort of my grief
On the road ahead, I will greet my ghosts
Keep watching over me, such is our belief
Although you are far away, please keep me close
You Cosmic Poetic Butterfly
When your mind—
The c o c o o n
Of your spirit—
Re
lea
ses,
With your essence
Of healing words,
Let the rhythmic
Wings of your being,
Soar you—
Streamlining
Airways
Of life—
Of graceful
Liberation,
To those cosmic beings
In the universe of life:
Awaiting its
Hydrating
Oxidation
Of the
Onederful
Onement
Of the
Oneness
Of your
Ondering
Peace
And
Love.
A heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation"
Before a single name was given to the dark,
before time learned to count the stars,
a quiet held the void.
Not empty—just waiting.
Then something shifted in the cold—
a sudden warmth, a pulse,
not made of flesh or bone,
but humming like quiet lightning.
I am not the cage that holds my ribs,
nor the dust beneath my feet.
I slip past every fence we build out of fear,
spilling over the edges of what is known.
I sit inside the stillness,
unmoved by the rush of hours.
There is a stillness here that drinks from joy,
a deep, steady burning that never goes out.
From this stillness, everything begins:
the breath that moves the leaves,
the fire in the core of the earth,
the thought that becomes a world.
I am the hand that holds it all,
and the space where it floats freely.
Life, the ambivalent gift
Built of moments, incidents, experiences,
Images in colour, lingering
In cameos, memories, scattered
Blending in feelings
Breezes stirring love, need, fear,
Joy sometimes
All made of precious little bits
Vulnerable to annihilation
From what is listed
Thereof sing
Into the dark
Absorbent void
Which is the future
And sweet life lived together
In the grip of Time
Twists into sadness;
Contemplates forever
What used to be.
when i touch you
i am in a state of knowing
where i belong
it was all in the plan
the expanding universe theory
from quark-gluon hadronization
rushing into protons, neutrons, life emerges
a particle progression that would eventually
come to rest in the atoms before me
when i touch you
the photon epoch explains
why when i look into your eyes
i see the soul in that light
the door poets speak of
that gives it all meaning
there is no mystery to the universe
when i touch you
all the questions and answers
become one in that touch
where a rose stays a rose
a kiss quickens my heart, vivifies my breath
and so the wordsmith returns
to say in every romantic avenue
we are not promised paradise
it may come with a thorn or two
i will gladly wear such a crown
because i am forever grateful
when the cosmic dust settled
i found myself in your arms
beneath the stars, sun, and moon
created for you at the catalyst of time
Oregon 11/20/24
TODAY IS A SPECIAL COSMIC DAY
The 12th August -
THE UNIVERSE ALIGNS IN MANY WAYS.
Once in a lifetime the universe aligns
with the total eclipse and shooting stars in the night sky.
Seen by millions and leaving people in awe.
The heavens above and the cosmic are
aligned so you can manefist your dreams and desires and make them come true.
Let go of the old and bring in the new.
As you look at the night sky tonight
place your dreams to the universe and let them take flight.
Be it with friends, family, alone solidtary.
Let you feel the cosmic energy flow to you
and grace your heavenly body.
COSMIC ALIGNMENT IS IN PLAY TODAY.
THE NATION IS WITNESSING MAGICAL SIGHTS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD AND IT IS AMAZING FOR EVERY
MAN,BOY ,WOMAN AND GIRL.
Silent cosmic dust,
Spiral galaxies,
Shimmering afar,
Scattered nights above,
Sparkling points of light,
Stellar paths ignite,
Skyward eyes awoke.
Phosphorescent planetary
paths petrify prematurely,
Profoundly powerful
photospheres perish
pathetically,
Prominences polarize,
Propagating parabolic
phantom - shadows,
Preterite plasma - bursts
petrify periodically,
Precipitating permanent,
pitch - black primordial -
gloom,
Prototypical pulsars
paradoxically portend post-
stellar doom,
Profound planetary
patriarchs perish perpetually.
If you can balance
yourself on a stool
and find the center
that holds you together—
not falling to one side
or the other—
you become the hinge
between earth and sky,
pinned to the ground
by gravity’s ancient pull,
yet lifted into the air
by the quiet axis
running through you.
The stool shapeshifts
into a cosmic pillar,
a narrow bridge
through a deep precipice
running between the visible world
and the one that lurks
beneath it.
Your spine aligns
with something more solid
than rock or sky—
a vertical thread
that ties you,
in a magical way,
to the spinning universe.
The chair becomes
what temples once were—
a balance doorway
to the hidden universe.
The center you found
is not yours anymore,
but the still point
where the cosmos
ties the human body
to its womb.
The tiny spaceship zooms
so high,
Past the moon and
through the sky,
Waving to the stars
goodbye!
An iridescent streak
bifurcates the obsidian
dome,
A incandescent voyager
accelerating through the
obscurity,
Relinquishing its grand,
celestial habitation,
To dissolve into a ephemeral,
luminous fragment.
Conflagrating magnificently
across the absolute infinity,
It manifests with fierce,
unadulterated dedication,
Exchanging its permanent,
prehistoric illumination,
To bestow an instantaneous
warmth upon our souls.
For what is preservation
within the remote cosmos,
Juxtaposed against this
singular encounter in your
presence?
I would joyfully witness the
ancient firmament
disintegrate,
To participate in this fleeting,
majestic trajectory.
Like that radiant anomaly, I
surrender my entirety,
Content to completely
dissipate, if our devotion
remains absolute.
Black and sticky
Karma filled up
Wears me down
Achy swelling
Universal truth
Virtue uncultivated
State changed
Rebirthed anew
Matters energy
Never ending
Reformed anew
With karmic debt
Repayment due
Suffering, (dis)ease
Attachments galore
Cosmc disconnect
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