Star Children
Talk to me!
Salutations O luminous warriors!
You get to see and deem your patch
beside beauteous, miraculous
blues and greens,
a pulsating, luscious bio-world
- in peril of your own little selves.
But we all breathe and palpitate
with a sensory kindof consciousness.
We all travel. Move, are moved.
Touch, reach, tremble with awe
as well as with humblest gratitude.
Some have legs, some wings, fins;
Some have roots, toes, tentacles, tendrils or need none in 3D!
Elemental, electro-magnetical hybrids - half hominid, half godly.
All the Tarot, Shamanic or Astro typo-reps are included:
arch-demons, fools, gold-diggers, seekers, heroes,
jokers, carers, worker bees, innocents, inspirers, lovers, scribes,
betrayers, deceivers as well as avatars and number 13s:
the facades, personas and masks we wear,
to disguise, hide behind
or play the game with,
to the point we conclude: this is it!
This is me, I, why I am here.
Sorry sweetie - that’s a phoney presumption of power called Ego.
The Angels’ crawly caterpillar.
This here’n now is but an Intro! Prelude, preface.
A learners manual.
A theatre-goers dressing room,
a practice workout gymnasium
for novices and devotees!
Apprentices all,
whatever the grade, scale or context
Quick panaceas are premature fixations
on cursory, one-off happy endings - not really the cosmic rule.
It’s a marathon of a run to walk, beloveds!
An epic of a marvellous quest.
A wild, enthralling and terrifying,
adventure, idyll, rally, party, dance.
Saying which, it IS the real thing
…relatively speaking!
No matter, millennia, moment
is exempt or excluded.
We are in it, out of Time - altogether.
May