Someday, I want to count how many stars are in the sky.
I want to hear the stories from the constellations themselves,
And I want to talk to the moon.
I can’t imagine the magnitude of the wisdom
Which would escape the galaxies if they could shift
Into mortal entities
And engage with our consciousnesses.
We would awaken within us our deepest selves,
Equipped for the present day,
An era which we neglect until it is nonexistent.
We are in perpetual motion,
Seeking answers for the questions
We have yet to ask.
We ignore the fleeting sun rays beating down on our face
To focus instead on the darker hues hugging the horizon.
What a privilege it must be to be star
To exist in such radiance
That its being transcends time
And enters our sphere
Without so much as a hesitation.
I wish I could see further into space
So I could be blessed with colors
I cannot conceive
(I want to understand without understanding).
How fortunate to be an astronaut,
To be able to exist in two worlds at once
To be able to surrender yourself
To the purgatory
Between heaven and earth
And earth and space.
Although, I anticipate
Being plagued by fears
That the universe would swallow me,
And I would become a victim
Of the vast nothingness
That paradoxically holds no power and all power
Only then would I become one
With the very foundation of my soul,
The specs of matter that seduced each other
Enough to form my visage
And my inner being.
I will be so awake.