If a thing is to speak to you, you must regard it for a certain time as the only one that exists, as the one and only phenomenon, which, thanks to your laborious and exclusive love, is one placed at the center of the Universe, and there, in that incomparable place, is this day attended by the Angels.
To perceive the truth, there must be a focusing of attention. This does not mean turning away from distraction. There is no such thing as distraction, because life is a movement and has to be understood as a total process.
A Speck Of StarDust
I saw in a dream...
Last night a speck of stardust fell through
my closed eyelid and lodged itself,
unmovable, into my existence.
I woke this morning at a lost for words
to describe the experience of this dream.
What word could explain or extrapolate
this feeling I am? Words would only
diminish this fullness of heart,
this lightness of all spirit.
In my awakening, I am created each moment,
anew. Each breath is my first.
Each touch a new adventure.
Each thing, seen as an object of perfection.
Though my joy is incomprehensible,
These words you may understand.
I see winter and spring existing in the
same snowflake. How else would they be?
Only different by a name.
Everything is a ritual in this ecstasy, my life.
I am anointed wave, after wave,
with a rapture whose epicenter is love.
Photo Credit: From Dust To Dust
M16
We are star dust..Stars form from the gravitational collapse of interstellar gas and dust. Stars live and then die when they finally run out of fusion fuel at their centers. Upon death, yes, they do die, stars return most of their material to the interstellar medium. However, this stellar material is laced with an abundance of heavy elements, created in the fusion reactions that took place at the center of these now dead stars.