Lichen & The Milky Way

From whence you came?

Tiny little stardust 

streams

spiraling

through the 

Milky Way.

Were you at the Birth?

Numinous cherubs

unseen,

singing creations

song

amongst the

Frankincense and Myrrh.

Did you line The Manger?

Sprinkled

in

the straw?

Were you the light

in the star?

Perhaps The Magi’s

awe?

Magical filamentous

mists,

interstellar

clouds

mingling

birthing

stars

as the

Cosmos sighs.

Did you ride

the waves of a Supernova?

Together?

Swept

on

sonic

undulations,

arriving deep

within

Sacred Caves.

The hermit

heard

your symphony

and prayed

for divine nectar.

You beckon…

Come inside

be with

me….

you allow

another

to merge

and another.

Singing in

exaltation,

there is

no

separation.

The rock feels

cloaked,

wrapped

in your

soft colonies

rapture,

as one body.

Quivering

that carries

the stars

multitudes.

You know

secrets,

songs,

sighs,

of longing,

ancient tongues

brought

to Earth in

your moist

whispers.

Pioneering elders

through space

and time.

Sweltering heat

cannot

deter you

nor

frozen wastelands.

Blooming.

Vast.

Your humility

knows

the Cosmos

A monk,

bows,

seeking

Gnosis.

The rocks

return to motion,

soften into soil,

trees

spring

up

yearning

for

the sky.

You are

in the bark,

sprouting

orchestrating

living

cycles.

Who

could

ever know?

A gift

to

behold,

emanating

eruptions

of color,

your

virtuosity.

Spectrums

and expanses,

the breath

creating time,

whispering

secrets of

Lichen and The Milky Way.