To the stars I look for inspiration,
drawn by the deepness of never ending lights,
that sparkle against the dark aether of space.
It is hard to believe that so much could begin
from a bang; a spark of light bursting to be seen,
born out of chaos, yet fusing to produce such majesty.
Matter drawn to matter, dust to dust, fused by the forces that emerged
at the beginning and will be there at the end.
Isn’t it wonderful to know that the same forces that governed the birth of,
and many more marvels than can be written, play a part in our very being?
That we share atoms with the very things that we revere.
Just as we define their beauty and spectacle in words,
they too speak of beauty by defining our very essence.
Confined by their aura we must dance to a rhythm
that they dictate.
So sublime and timed to perfection.
So universal that we find it mirrored,
and reflected in every aspect of our existence.
A beauty beyond words that speak of more than can ever be imagined.
It speaks of a geometry that we have yet to see or understand.
Balanced on the fine needle of creation,
all that is, exists in synchronicity,
not one grain out of place,
not one ray of light wasted.
All is there because they were meant to be,
an endless sea of colours,
No greater beauty can an artist paint,
no greater wonders can we imagine,
or, can we conceive than what is strewn across this universe.
So much to marvel.
So much to experience.
But as much as we seek to unravel its mystery,
it’s totality will lie beyond our reach and understanding,
and will remain so till the end of time.
As it should be.
J M Lysun