Starlight, Star Bright

The sky is a mirror.

When you look upon a star, your dream is true.  You see the tiny, flickering light, and through some miracle, it sees you.

Light moves like a resonance and a vibration all at once.  Imagine the light coming to you on a line like a guitar string.  Imagine that the body that this string is pulled taut against, like a guitar neck and body, is the 97% of the Universe we can’t find.  Hey, if you can only see strings, it doesn’t matter what the guitar looks like.  We could be living on a Gibson for all we know.

The light finds its way back as the resonance of the Universe sends it both ways.  Yes, this is no joke.  If John Wheeler were here, he’d tell you.

Look at the brightly shining stars – really see them – and they reflect in you… and you in them.  They flow upon the waters of form, and upon the land we call matter, endlessly coming and returning again.  The many pinpoints of light, galaxies and stars, form her body, the sky above, Nuit.  She is all beauty, for she is the mirror.