Song of the Blue Star
Are yours, ears that hear?
Seeds of ages past
planted out of the blue
sprouting a new dream waxing true.
Wake!
Perfect silver tear drops of rain
cosseted in hollows of young aspen leaves
shining divine hors d’oeuvres
fresh for moments only
as the Grand Design turns another page.
Wake!
Blue-white flame-sparks of infinity,
surging as dragon-capped waves,
Remember that tidal flow and
Wake!
Born into this world gobsmacked.
Don’t they know that’s the other end?
Just as well, She mused,
comforting silky heads as she does each bud before it blooms.
Curiouser and curiouser, circumstances became,
until it was time to wake again.
Pressure upon pressure,
the weight of wisdom weaving,
And then, the pivot happened. A cosmic re-set in planetary form.
Gaia, the stage, the sets, the immersive learning so very long requested.
At curtain fall…
