Free style poetry or ponderings of the spiritual
I feel a great loneliness reaching out, and I decide to walk outside.
It’s dark. The only lights to be seen are the stars in the sky, and the glow of near by neighbor’s house. It’s eerily quiet, only the sound of a few dogs off in the distance trying to console one another. No other sounds to be heard. No wind, no insects, no frogs, no birds, no traffic, no radios.
Alone with my thoughts in the night.
Looking at the sky, I am reminded of a beautiful ocean sparkling in the moonlight. The clouds are wavy and bright against a darker background sky with lots of twinkling stars. As above, so below, comes to mind. I often wonder if the people who were studying the stars, in the beginning, see and feel as I do now.
I picture a large man in robes gazing into a pool of water. He sees the stars, and realizes that not only the sky but the Earth is made up of stars, and that we are part on that eternal fire.
I feel this every time I star gaze. I often wonder If I was that man.
The Goddess works in mysterious ways.
She sure does. I dream about that man. We are all one! kudos