Long Galaxies Poems
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Pour out on me Big Dipper
You're right above my head
Pour out on me a love song
That I could then embed
Deep into my thirsty heart
I'd drink the message in
Then turn around and pour it out
On my sweet love again
My thoughts of all are romance
My words and rhymes concur
A slow paced waltz, a courtly dance
Of love from me to her
The sun and moon can see it
Their countenance so bright
Her face illumined in the glow
Of radiant starlight
A billion stars and galaxies
Couldn't hold the swell
Of love I have for bluebird
I crave her touch as well
With all my heart's affection
I stand before the crowd
Professing my devotion
In words spoken aloud
Without a telescope Galileo Galilei could have not
discovered all of Jupiter's dwarf moons orbiting around it;
don't we breathlessly behold the different colors of lovely Venus?
Mars, Pluto, Moon and Jupiter are unbelievably stupendous!
Amazing is the Milk Way's position in its celestial boundary,
we know that there are other shining galaxies bigger than ours
and they constantly sparkle with a radiance unlike stars;
spot them on a night without fog or clouds: they are groovy!
I have done star-gazing only for spiritual reasons:
the splendor of our enormous universe had a beginning...
before complete darkness covered its deep void so frightening,
but the Creator's grand concept revealed the glorious brightness!
Whoever does not admire this bright spectacle of nocturnal delight,
never believed in the Divine Power that conquers any pure heart!
Written on 5/9/2017
Immortality
I was not. I was. I am. I will be. I will not be.
I was not, but my star stuff was. Part of the universe. Part of the wheeling galaxies and all the voids between. Finding its way from countless origins to the earth itself.
Then, suddenly, I was. My star stuff came alive, added other star stuff, grew, and gained identity. And I became who I am.
And for a brief moment in time, I will be – feeling, knowing, aware, until my star stuff returns to the dust from whence it came.
And then I will not be. But my star stuff will be on or in the earth, for a time, unknowing and eventually unknown, while the wheeling galaxies and uncountable stars await.
And when the sun reaches out in its death throes and consumes the earth, countless millennia from now, my star stuff will be released back into the universe from whence it came.
And the process will begin again and will ever be. And is that not immortality?
I no longer seek an earthly lover;
their world feels plain and narrow
I feel burned by shallowness
of mundane everyday flow
I desire the presence of cosmic passion —
that awakens my psyche.
It was brought to me by
a secretive sky-walker passing by
my window at night.
He saw the candlelight
I left as a sign,
he slipped inside
through the narrow crack
in the intertwining pattern
I had woven into the blanket
hung beside my bed.
That night I felt him circling,
a moth of light above my head.
He arrived unexpectedly,
stunning me in my dream,
though I had waited for him.
His descent was fire —
overpowering, burning,
devouring desire.
He inhaled deeply
and touched my cheek.
Space swirled open,
a colorful gap pulling me through
into a realm I did not know
and I was terrified of
My lover entered through my gaze,
moving inward to the place
where earth and heaven meet.
He lifted me gently
and carried me across landscapes
both barren and lush.
My cloud-walker lover
rocked me like a child,
taking me on a cosmic ride
in a heavenly boat
that had crossed ancient oceans before.
We traveled through
sublime, unrecognizable terrains —
barren expanses,
lush celestial gardens.
Held in his tight embrace,
I felt whole and safe.
He carried me through
the vast cosmic womb
toward the gates of eternity,
where a marvelous woman stood
with blood-red lips
and a warm, mysterious smile.
Beyond the gates,
I melted into him
until we became one —
a cosmic unison of galaxies,
light and sound
announced our union
consecrated in heavenly court
In the morning I woke alone,
covered in sweat.
He was gone.
My unearthly lover —
I will never be the same,
nor satisfied with anything less
the door of my destiny swung wide,
opening the view of the abyss
Beyond the countless pulses of time continuum
the universe converts into a choir ensemble where
fading galaxies play the tune of requiem concerto,
cosmic death comes quietly with seamless stillness.
The stars cease to be the distant heavenly glimmer,
but turn into floating silent dust of our last journey,
drifting into the center of the deep empty void.
The rhythm of flowing time pulsates relentlessly
in the distinctive inner space of infinite seclusion.
The fervent frequency in sync with cosmic harmony
vibrates persistently with the intonation of vacuity,
marking the transition designed in the Gemini garden
to morph one unique articulate entity into another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul within the sanctum of bliss.
In celestial serenity the final flight is fated for
the fusion with the eternity efflux within emptiness,
enthralled by the end-embrace of suffusing peace.
With the imperishable essence of the spirit afloat
in the sublime vastness of primordial timelessness,
wafted by the congenial winds of consciousness,
the soul sets sail on spatial sea of divine sanguinity,
yearning to get from the supreme’s magnanimity,
the bequest of surreal eternal rest in His realm.
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Looking up into the beautiful blue lit sky, we see the stars
and in gratitude we begin to admire the shine that glows
out more brilliant then a thousand candles in the dark.
Within the distant galaxies the glimpse of a constellation
is more dreamy and ethereal then the imperial flawless
blue diamond. Adhere to the sun as it enters your mind,
with its power of positibility and rebirth. It is the only known
star in our galaxy which is not part of a constellation.
It operates solely on its own energy and God given power
Take your mind up the ladder of ray, until you reach the
totality of your solar mind. Bathe in the peaceful presence
of the angels and all the members of the Celestial totality.
ours souls are travellers and need to explore othe dimensions
If we steer with rightful thought and thinking, we will create
a space where healing, love and compassion can co-exhist
here on earth , as in heaven. Blessings, from my home to yours.
Namaste
A pudgy-faced moon smiles up at you,
mirrored in her glass of burgundy.
And under ebony skies, you watch
as distant stars stir in her wine.
Within her goblet, galaxies swirl,
rushing to the fullness of her lips.
And you drink in this perfect moment;
sharing a bottle of summer wine.
Heady, from the grape's sweet ambrosia,
you savor the flavor of the night.
And love stretches beyond fantasy;
fulfilling dreams and expectations.
The wine stimulates all your senses,
with tantalizing bouquets and tastes.
And two lovers silently commune
with Nature, under the twinkling stars.
Nature’s Decay and Rebirth 10-23-25 Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours waiting for rebirth.
Aster means star
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Nature’s Decay and Rebirth
Astral groans transcend fall gardens,
Aster stars decay in shock waves
Fresh petals turn to star flowers of straw
Like impotent stardust.
Bathed in breath of frosty kisses
Like a cold celestial caress
Autumn’s stars wilt in twilight’s pregnant sighs
Chrysalis’ for new life.
Beating hearts of crumbling seed heads -
Like the imploding red dwarf -
Release their nebulas of umber seeds
With interstellar pods.
On solar winds like shooting stars
These explorers seek for warm soil
And nascent cosmos glide into deep space
Seeking rivers of stars
From clouds of frigid decay set free
A stellar garden rises up
Aster galaxies freed from vernal wombs
To dazzle stargazers
In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs,
I see love dripping like a rain of light over divine gardens,
And my soul, a traveler among constellations of longing and unspoken whispers,
Floats like a cosmic butterfly through galaxies of hidden feelings.
Chestnut trees unfold their green palms to the sky that drips tears of dew,
While linden trees intertwine their prayers in the aromas of a new symphony,
And I, lost in this celestial garden where time flows in spirals,
Gather in trembling hands essences of dreams and astral perfumes.
Roses weave their stories in vivid purple and evening whispers,
When the ocean above pours out its sadness one last time,
Carrying in its waves of stars the fragments of a shattered love,
Seeking its way through the labyrinth of memory to forgotten realms.
Under old walnut trees that shake their shadows over my scattered thoughts,
I see how infinity weaves its web from threads of longing and sweet mornings,
While the wind whispers stories about the eternity of love,
Finding shelter in the cosmic temple of endless becoming.
Oh, how the universe dances to the rhythm of this boundless love,
When the celestial blue paints its dreams on the pages of the soul,
And divine peace descends gently over the cosmic garden of feeling,
Where time stops to listen to the eternal poem of immortality.
Now, as stars intertwine their rays with my burning tears,
I feel how love transcends the space between reality and whispers of saints,
And my soul becomes one with the great symphony of the starry sky,
Where each constellation is a love story that has not been forgotten.
The Incurable Disease of Immensity
I got lost through you like an ant through galaxies of tears,
and your weeping waters deserts I never knew existed inside me,
for your eye is an ocean that drowns within its very salt,
and I am the happy shipwreck who no longer wants to be saved.
I caught you like a fever without knowing what it meant, no cure,
an incurable disease called immense, called you, called us,
and your silences are full of whispers like populated galaxies,
with stars that tangle facts and unstitch them into threads of light.
That essence born from nothing chose me senator at the congress of humor,
and your tear, a supersonic ant, now crosses through my eye,
a flicker-moment where the millennium contracts into a syllable,
and time becomes a drug dissolved in the serum of your nights.
I am addicted to your nights the way the sea depends upon the moon,
and evenings are warm puddles where I sink but never drown,
for you are the water that burns and the fire that quenches thirst,
the living paradox in which I lose myself to find myself complete.
Through glances we first met, through two or three entangled feelings,
and every moment spent with you is a millennium compressed in bone,
a succulent dram of present that I sip like sweetest poison,
and words become supersonic when I know how to whisper them to you.
Just like that, let's say, the shamelessness of getting lost through you is holy,
for my wretched veins all flow toward your heart as toward a center,
and I am the shadow that illuminates, I am the silence that screams,
I am the echo of a word the universe forgot it meant to speak.
I no longer ask the stars' permission to shine inside your eyes,
for I have learned that light is born from darknesses in love,
and the tear that floods your gaze is a blessed deluge,
in which swim words so unique they refuse to be kept silent.
To my moment of millennium I give genius, I give fuel made of soul,
and to your nights I offer my addiction like a gift wrapped up in veins,
for this incurable disease, this immensity without any borders,
is the only diagnosis I accept: I love you, I love you, I love you.