Sparks of light densely clustered
countless groups of them
scattered, cascading into one another
strewn across a dark expanse
Round and circling
they go
A star explodes
Galaxies are being born
Stars bursting
Not out there
in some
distant
universe
Within,
each of us.
Not metaphorically.
"Denser and denser the pattern becomes"
when building worlds beyond
what words can describe*
Creation never ceases.
The Robin
sings of it
in her morning song.
Your heart
whispers
about it
with
every
breath.
Best part
you don't
need to
remember.
It is
and will be.
Reference: Just as the Winged Energy of Delight by Rilke