Milky Way

I think of the Universe as a living, breathing thing, not without its own tapestry of mortal woes.

On the land to which I am tied I rest with eyes peering up;
Among the steal-alpine slopes now colorless in the darkness,
I submit myself to the earth, no longer one, but a part of many;
And these stars above look back at me;
No words spoken, but a common bond, a million-million times stronger than mine alone,
ties me to something bigger.

As brothers and sisters, these siblings are a part of me, a family;
A galaxy.

In our eternal-dance of spinning and colliding, we face the endless days;
And together we become old and wise, we live and die;
We watch other galaxies disappear and live again;
new and wild, young and strong.

I rise from the Earth as the man I was before;
I rise now center-weighted to a dawn like a virgin-blush;
an honest thing that shows coulours and true-like expressions;

Today I seek out my brothers and sisters;
(spinning and colliding, facing the endless days);
I show them the stars and tell them that whatever is possible is theirs to seek;
But warn them that even though the world is a small place,
we each make a difference in the great fabric of reality.

Because we are family.