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out out there beyond realms of our known
Is a reality that we cannot comprehend,
in deep darkness myriad flickering lights,
each a galaxy, a universe of billion stars.
Who are we in this bewildering creation?
a consciousness seeking meaning to it all,
perceiving what we can with limited senses,
defining boundaries that we can never own.
Is life really life as we know and understand?
or is life beyond the organic mixture that is us?
do stars and planets have a life of their own,
that can think and function like we all do?
there are vibrations that pass between orbits,
that recordings show are like communications,
the precision of moment, the entire complexity,
must have a system that keeps them astir!
Divinity- a word designed to answer this mystery,
power that goes beyond our minuscule wisdom,
in that word lies answers to much that is unknown,
we seek through prayers where science goes blank.
the wisdom of being is to be and to be with all,
understand that we are part of the galaxies,
we are the Sun, stars, nebulas, black holes,
we live on in them, even after we perish.
I am a galaxy, I am the universe and all there is,
when I flicker to a stop, in their fire I am.
Let's relive that night of nebulas.
Toga night, fearless night!
With Aphrodite dancing clearly in
their sight.
Eros casts his sexual might,.
Let's dance in bewitching circles of Aegean mystery.
Only ....you and I in a kissable, erotic synergy.
Filled to the brim, our aquamarine crystal glasses.
San Francisco has memories and absolutely no passes.
They still celebrate love each night on their roof.
I hear the pawing of their Unicorn Minerva's hoof.
Two, that chose to love under the gods' directions.
From this earth, their love, a delicate confectionary,
eternal connection!
12/1/2020
10:15pm
Ballet of the Stars
Breath of the galaxy spins the night sky
Over the magic of midsummer dreams
Legends, lovers, pirouette through the night
Sculptures of fire carved with airy light beams
Dances l’etoile sparkle winter rondeaus
Gossamer nebulas leave stardust veils
Ensembles of stars in stellar tableaus
Costumed in lightness made of starry faille
Astral ballets dance on ebony stage
Patterns of stars in place in this dark space
Stage left then stage right arrangements change place
Celestial performance – rotating grace
Star-spangled glitter on star twinkle toes
Scrim curtain rises on nighttime’s light show.
5-18-23
Contest: Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Celestial – 3 syllables
Performance – 3 syllables
in my dreams I see a little town
far away in the distant skies,
in my dreams I fly to that town
on my white wings, speed of light,
past galaxies and shooting stars
through shrill darkness in quiet silence,
this vast expanse all unowned,
no flags, no boundaries, greed unknown.
nothing kills, and nothing dies,
there are no cries of desperations,
each star is born, from wombs of light,
when they pass they leave their lights behind,
blackholes, pulsars, nebulas and the rest,
just flickering stars to distant mortal eyes,
I see them near me as I pass,
each a fragment of divine powers,
even the fires here burn with a purpose,
fission and fusion for well meaning cause,
and consume not in hatred or ire
there is no place for that
in the vast kingdom of God.
I have many more light years to go,
before I reach my dreamland town,
but soon I must return
to my dressing gown, to continue
the routines on this earth,
It will take me many dreams to reach,
that dream town even at the speed of light,
but each dream is an awakening to the truth,
of the world we live in, and the world
we all aspire for.
each galaxy is a beating heart,
each pulsar is a mother with hope,
each star is a baby new born,
in the vast crucible of life,
we call the sky.
in a fraction of the night sky
within the size of the extended palm
are over a million galaxies
many bigger than our own
milky way! Begs the question,
is there some form out there
that we know not,
or is it that the earth is unique
and is the only one inhabited by
life forms!
In that thought we perceive
this extraordinary sense of pride,
and perhaps a sense of responsibility,
that we need to love and care for
every creature on this precious planet.
What are we doing with this hatred
and destruction! The wars and deaths,
the heart aches and sufferings!
millions of galaxies, planets and orbits,
black holes, nebulas, trillions of
asteroids, yet- we are the only unique creatures
who can live, talk, love and perceive
the wonder of creation!
Why this meaningless rat race?
worthless conquests, and tireless
accumulation of material
wealth!
A single breath of fresh air
a vision of sunrise,
the glory of flocking geese,
mountains and rivers,
what can be more valuable than that!
Look up at the sky - we are a nonexistent spot,
on our galaxy which is just a blinking star!
in that reality is hidden the true meaning of
our lives! whenever you lose hope, from societal
challenges- Just look up at the sky
and wash away the impurities that
contaminate your true self.
Under the secret veil of the enchanted night,
In the depths of my heart, stars dance,
I cannot make you understand how time ends,
Not even to myself are the mysteries clear.
My soul is a castle of smoke and lights,
Towers of desires and passages of shadows,
A labyrinth of dreams where full cries are lost,
Of a wounded elf, in the ruins of an ancient forest.
In my heart, groves of deep sadness grow,
Their leaves are old whispers, unknown in the wind,
Petals fall like tears from ancient bundles,
But the wound remains throbbing, a sacred mystery.
My thoughts are comets ignited in the night,
In a universe filled with dreamlike nebulas,
On the sky of the day, they vanish, like shadows,
In endless desires and luminous expectations.
I cannot paint for you the waves of melancholy,
Which strike the shore of my empty soul,
It is a perilous sea, a whirlwind of amnesia,
And loneliness lays its gentle veil.
But in the depths of being, a deeper mystery,
An invisible bridge, an unseen thread,
And no matter how I try, the words shatter,
Only the echo of the mystic remains, a story heard.
And thus quietly, I catch myself in the flight of the night,
Through dreams I slide, in search of eternity,
In a universe of shadow and light, in the play of existence,
Where only lunatics and dreams are my friends.
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
Cosmic Embrace
As we ventured far beyond the reaches of Earth, we found ourselves immersed in a realm of galaxies and nebulas, breathtaking celestial bodies that would astound even the most jaded traveler. We traversed the dark vacuum of space, guided by twinkling constellations whose light traveled millions of years to reach our eager eyes. Each star held untold mysteries within its fiery core, secrets waiting to be unraveled by curious minds like ours. Our cosmic voyage continued as we approached the edge of a swirling galaxy, it's vibrant hues paintings unforgettable picture against the endless black canvas of the universe. Then suddenly, everything changed- we were wrapped in the warm embrace of a cosmic cloud, basking in ethereal rays of pure energy that seemed to pour directly from the heavens themselves. It was as if we had entered a new dimension entirely, where time itself seemed to stand still. Feeling invigorated and humbled by this extraordinary encounter, we continued our exploration deeper into the unknown territories of the universe struck awe into our hearts, reminding us just how small we really are compared to these majestic celestial entities. As we ventured far beyond the reaches of Earth, we found ourselves immersed in a realm of galaxies and nebulas, breathtaking celestial bodies that would astound even the most jaded travelers. In this infinite dance between stars and fate, we've touched upon eternity in this grand play.
My thoughts which I bear
They are my own
Born of my flesh and blood
From my Holiest place
Far above me, deep within my womb
Created in my own image.
My thoughts, they are my own
They are of me
My own child, my own children, which I have wrought
Which I have grown and created
And brought to bear
Into this Unholiest of Worlds.
My thoughts which I have grown within me
Which I have presented unto this world
Through my own screaming anguish
Through my painfullest of seasons
Torn from my very womb
They bear an image which is my very own.
I have bore these thoughts
Lovely, evil, sacred human thoughts
Possessing all of the deadly traits of man
Possessing all of his evil charms
And yet having all of their own beauty
A Sacredness all their own
This child, these children
They are my beloved thoughts.
And although some unholy and evil man
Uneducated in word and deed
May think to take my child, my children, as his own
The whole world will rise up against him
The Universe will not allow
This unsacred adoption of that which is not his.
My child, my children, are not of him
They are of myself and the Universe
Of the distant nebulas of my mind
Mine and only mine, my children are my children
My stars are my stars, my planets are my planets
They exist only in my galaxies.
My name is written amongst them, and upon them
He cannot erase my name
It is written for all to see
Inscribed upon this galaxy of me
My thoughts, my child, my children
They are my own, my beloved thoughts.
(January 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
On corners of the moon I’ve laid out wishes, unrestrained letters,
Locked in the crypts of the sky, a murmur of nostalgia,
The nights are of ice, but hope carries the cold,
I wander through the universe, seeking you among stars and alien nebulas.
I cannot sleep, for you are my summer, and without you, time freezes over,
Snow lays its cold cloak upon the heart that beats in waiting,
I feel a hunger, like the wolf longs for the moon,
Among the ruins that once were a temple to our union.
I would like to touch the clover with my finger, to feel your cheek close,
And my palm to slip over your warm skin, like a promise,
To sip from your kiss, as from a glass filled with fine wine,
And the sweet scent of you to cascade over me, down to the last drop.
Every second and the longing that serenades me,
Slips gently into my heart, a sin sweetened with the honey of dreams,
I burn in your celestial flames, an angel on the altar of love,
I will not be wasteful with love, but keep it for eternity.
Embraced, we'll let yearning penetrate us, to let us breathe,
And each night on watch, I sit quietly,
Waiting for your love, and the sky will begin to snow heavenly,
As you paint from words a portrait of a fulfilled love.