space opens
way parts
and i can hear
the buzzing glittering
of stars
night sky
inside me
or am i in it?

i can't tell...
catching leaves
i catch strings
from star harps
and notes sound
in the black of space
catching butterflies
crystal tones
sound resound
through the starscape
stir the pot
pull the visceral link
up to my mind's eye
the visceral link
of my standing in the cosmos
parting joining
stirring soothing
traveling
the stars ...

the stars
they are elder beings
with ten thousand stories to tell
i ring the bell of their words out
from the water of my will
from the thunder of my earth
that joins the heavens through me
to the other minds
not yet walking
not yet waking
not yet awakened
but waking and walking
will be here
soon....

©2002 white raven

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