Another Ordinary Vision

Star Flight

Like the fragments of plasma
that burst from the surface of the sun,
I see the billions
of us, fragments of light birthed from the surface of god,
that great center of energy, of knowing, of being.
Each of us believing we hurl alone into space-time
a separate being on a separate line.
But it is a momentary flight of star stuff
a fragmentary fleeing of god stuff
exhaled into the night of space-time.

As we fly deeper in delusion of disunion,
fly solo on our line of space-time,
like a magma splashing from volcano
we cool as we go,
a crust of matter forming around the hot star,
the radiant god stuff that we are.
We fly a hurling trajectory life,
a momentary flight
falling ever away from god light,
cooling ever more heavy,
an encrustation of matter at the edges,
the thick weight of earthy matters darkens,
ever darkens, our shine.
Falling away, ever falling short of the glory of god,
the glory of the stars that we are.

In our flight we tumble in among
the flying lights, the others that surround us
their hot lives hurling around us.
We stumble against hard edges
where the cold night of our space flight
has shaped us and as we crash as we trespass
against others, as they trespass against us.
We crash in the crusted mass,
all that seeming matter, and we shatter.
Like eggs in the Easter day game, which will crush
and which will rush on?
But all are broken.
Shattered shards twisted outward and poking inward,
hardened edges thicken, ever colder,
ever deepen, ever dimming at the center
of our being, the star stuff that we are,
whirling in our flight, lost in cold, cold night.
So some become the studded bludgeons that roar among us
pouring life force from us.
All their hardened broken shards
their outward edges pierce all it touches,
their inward edges pierce them heart-ward
every touch a sinking blow
opening holes as they go.
Around them others thicken their shields,
others sicken their fields,
ever colder as they go, ever hold in
heavy matters. Shields too deep to reveal
the dim glimmer of dying star stuff
their fading god stuff deep within.

But just as plasma blasts up out of the sun
so too it falls back and to resume its place.
So we too arch back from space
and move to our origin again,
like a child throws a ball, watches it fall,
and catches it again.
As we tumble home, we stumble among
starry hardened ones moving closer to the hot spot
where god begot us, we melt.
We melt; we melt the hardened shards.
As we glow radiant, we go making it ever closer to home
the cold edges melt back to heat,
the heat of our love god makes all things new.
Where the sharp shards finally slip back in,
we begin anew, in silky skin
so thin the light shines out, shines in,
a light, a heat, the radiance of god
a light heat of love.
So hot it melts the shards of others poised to pierce
they are nothing in its heat
the bludgeoning ones melt where we meet,
or rush into the night
for the heat of perfect love casts out all fear.

And as we fall back home, as we humble up against each other,
it is a heating meeting of star stuff, a heating meeting of god stuff,
as we trespass against others, as they trespass against us.
All the matter retreating like glaciers defeated in the suns glow
melting as we go, flowing into one another
our glowing star stuff moving in union,
finally reunion, teary singing reunion
radiant now and falling, finally falling home.