14 billion years of star shards
and splinters hurtling since the
Great Clap of Joy shuddered them
forth, breathing out an only-once explosion
of yes and promise, the holy commencement
of all; Love sent sailing through space, forming
new stars ringed with spinning planets, and
everything expanding with hope’s velocity,
all of the spreading mystery, the dark matter
and life rising everywhere: starstuff reborn
in fire, water, air, and earth; the mixing,
the need to bind–how atoms and lovers
have found each other again and again;
the urgent impulse to connect and co-create:
your ancestors in trees, watching the stars spin;
in caves beside fires while the night sky hummed
and whispered the story that would become yours;
people with your smile, nomads and settlers,
cottagers who sang with your voice in rooms
of stone hurtling through starry time; and the
once-ever maybe/maybe not of each one born
before you, their choices to turn here, look there,
accept and decline invitations…meeting, falling,
perfectly timing their passion and intimacy
with the only possible other, starlives uniting their
starlit molecules: these two, then those, co-mingling
all the way to you. You! Child of every embrace
that’s led to your arrival amidst all the billions
of chances you wouldn’t exist: All praise
the blessed unions and cradling of Love,
the need to bind and renew! Here you are,
gazing at the stars in the sky, feeling the shiver
of stars in your every pulse, the breath of joy
clapping and summoning your presence
in the dance, once and necessary. You,
named and known, precisely perfect, unique
and spiraling through everything to now. You,
crammed with gift and starshine to meet us
where we’re spinning, a constellation in need
of your light, your every shard and splinter.
And shall the story of these terrible times say
you finally stood fully brilliant, illuminating all
you were born to be in your miraculous moment,
fusing your holy inheritance of evolving embraces
and original starstuff with others offering theirs?
That together, each being everything Love called us
to be, we carried the world, pushing back darkness,
skimming on joy through hatred and fear to creation’s
own true yes and more light than it had ever known?
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Note: Celebrating my friend Teresa Werth’s beautiful anthology of reflections and inspirational essays on the Covid-19 Pandemic:
And also celebrating:
9 thoughts on “The Volition of Starstuff”
great claps of joy at ya!
And to you, Eric! Thank you. Hope you are well and safe, and wish you gentle peace.
This is a fabulous piece of insight and poetry. Thank much.
Thank you so much for your kindness, Julia! I love hearing you enjoyed the poem and appreciate that you took the time to comment. Be safe and well! Xoxo
Yes, that first year. Isn’t that a trying time. By some miracle you survive all these anniversaries.
Somehow someway.. unexpected? as you said, the colors come back.
Wrong post. 🙂 But it reminds me of
a wrinkle in time.
I’ll shall be tessering now..or was i?
I’m very happy your time wrinkling brought you here…and there. I appreciate your visiting, reading, and sharing.
Be well and safe. Gentle Peace, and happy tessering. 😉
Wow, I loved this!!! Oh yes, how unique, individual and utterly miraculous we all are, and the chances of us being here at all. Wonderful. Loved that photo too. a million congratulations on your delightful book. Huge love and hugs oh talented one.xxxxx
Thank you, dear friend. And, in addition to the wonder of being here at all, I’m grateful for the beyond-imagined gift of being here with all the beloveds in my life. You’re one of them. 💕