Starbirth

Electrons dance, as we call it color. Waves of air sweep over us, and we call it music. The massive sphere on which we dwell rotates a few degrees, and we call it a sunset. There is magic in every moment.

An entire universe of abundant wonder exists in even the seemingly mundane.

The grand cycle of life.

Seemingly so vast, complex, quick to come and go.

Plants grow, flowers bloom.

As quickly as they eneter the physical realm, and have their stay, they depart.

Fade away.

The sun shines.

Mountains shift, shape, and crumble.

A baby is born.

All from the same source. All destined to return home in their respective times.

Their is no rush, for all things have their moments, their time. Time to express their intelligence, purpose, and energies.

There is room only for joy in this cycle to sustain itself in the end. Only room for the purest of life to flow continuously.

Only room for endless appreciation,

forever grateful for the blessing

the grace

of the gift

of ever

existing at all.