they tell me that we’re made of stardust,
but i don’t feel like something so glorious.

i feel like the dark side of the moon,
like the space between worlds,
like the howling void,
and the empty cascade of dying suns.

i feel like silence,
like i’m screaming with no one to hear me.

In July, I collect stardust
And text dust
I linger in Shakespeare’s shadow
And who knew
He had a home in Oregon
I walk along his stairs
Finding myself hovering in front
A trio of theatres, tall witches
Brewing a cauldron of magic
Each performance, enticing
Crowds from every corner
And I follow in suit
Getting lost in the magic
That makes me want
To not return home

nothing can escape death.
not even the stars.
the universe itself will one day tremble it’s last.
it is just a form of change.
do not cower from it.
in its simplicity it is just a transition.
if stars cowered from supernova there would be
no star dust,
no life-lust,
no truth,
no you,
no love,
no me.
and what a tragic cosmos that would be.
nothing can escape death, least of all life.
it paves the way for the newly young
with more space
and steeled hearts.
don’t allow your sweet, short life to be hijacked
by fear trying to hide from this hard fact.
a change.
something comes next...
something comes next.
it will always involve you
and me.
consciously?
that remains to be seen
but
it always will
involve you
and me

From stardust
We came.
A Divine Spark
To be clothed
Within this glove
We call the body.

With
Hope,
Desire
Anticipation
To Create
To Give
To receive
To Become
Enlightened
With Divine Love.

United within
The Holy Stream of Life
The Holy Stream of Sound
The Holy Stream of Light.

Oh Eternal Sea
Where the Tree of  Life grows
Upon your shore
All of Creation
All hearts of humanity
Sing in Unity!
In Peace!
In Love!