the music of the spheres (2025—)

• the music of the spheres

  through the dark, the light beams brighter.
  warmth grows warmer through the cold.
  greater fear breeds stronger fighters.
  longing weaves a dearer hold.
  desperation earns bright graces.
  rest is peace to tired feet.
  lonely hearts give tight embraces.
  bitter brings a sweeter sweet.
  hunger’s sting brews deeper flavor.
  pain burns through to clear relief.
  need begets a needed favor.
  love walks hand in hand with grief.
  crossroads of opposing forces,
  differences one meaning find -
  different lives from same souls’ sources
  spanning all of humankind.

• quantum

  this gentle gravity of existence holds
  the heaviness of each heartbeat and
  each soul’s solitude, simultaneously
  singular and stretching star-like,
  somehow ultimately universal.
  all is matter, all is light.
  velocity is not a vacuum -
  the very velvet of seamless space
  ripples and rends time. glimmering
  galaxies dip and dance in a choreography
  of chaos and creation - bundled burning
  brilliance, worlds whirling within
  endless eternity. all is constant, firmly
  fixed in faithful firmament.

• orbit

  in this deathless, daring dance, our hearts
  catch an unseen pull, drawn tightly
  together, overtones ringing,
  vibrantly sympathetic.
  one cannot exist without
  the other. we resonate on
  the same frequency,
  simultaneous souls side
  by side, swinging unerringly
  eternal, perpetually paired.

• meteor

  maybe if we all looked down
  to see the first stone clutched
  in our hands, we could let it fall
  so we could meet the wayward,
  wounded world with open,
  empty hands.

  let the burgeoned burn of blame
  first turn inward, before we aim
  it at others. let it bleed away
  the ingrained grief, this heavy
  inheritance handed down across
  ages, from generation to
  grieving generation.

  this blazing bravery will split
  the night sky, sending showers
  of shooting stars streaking 
  through our atmosphere. here,
  we will light a world with 
  willing understanding, turning
  forward from night to dawning
  day.

• expansion

  i
  am not
  much of anything.
  i am smallest space, barely
  breath breaking boundary. i am 
  a butterfly’s wing turned hurricane gale,
  unguarded great grace. i am the slip of an eyelash’s
  wish, drifting dizzily in deathless diamond draft. i am 
  ultimately unfolding, sparkling spontaneous past
  our present’s future, floating and fragmental. i
  am forged in flame, sculpted stardust, tiny
  infinity within eternity. in all time’s
  woven webs, i am a beautiful
  blip. everything and 
  all am
  i