When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Monday, December 6, 2010

Stardust

We are made of the stars .

Some of us are here , standing still , content to
                    twinkle and shine.

            Some of us are fading into the backdrop of darkness ,
 our light the glow of a candle.

Some of us have scattered light ,
            a luminara with pinpoints here and there.

                And some of us
 are shooting out across the Universe
                       like Wildfire
       searching for whatever makes us shine . . .


M'Larky

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