August 20th, 2011
I wanted to write you a love letter But I fell, enamored with the stars. They wrapped me up and and told me The incredible: I was lovable and loved. In the constellations I saw inscribed my beauty, my folly, and all things lovely. The blinking, winking étoiles gave me all the words I’d ever craved. They loved me. They loved me.
I do not seek nor find a deity in the everyday downpour. There is no holy place for me, only places which house holy experiences. The world is indivisible, our countless divides invisible. My solace is in you, yes, but you will come to pass. The stars, though, they have traveled lightyears to shed their love on me. I bathed in the holy water of a mountain lake and felt clean. With my feet I trusted the ground, with my life I trusted the fall. There was no need to be covered. My body, though my own, became a house, a fortress for my soul. It ceased to exist and I became me. Solely my own, wholly my soul.
The stars love me. I looked above and felt the air leave my lungs. Graced with their presence, I gained knowledge I had never felt. They watched me, and they loved me. They never said a word. I heard it through the magnitude.
