Stardust

We come into this world alone, even if we happen upon luck and are surrounded by love. And the majority of us are still greeted by blinding light, the abruptness of gravity, the uncomfortable temperature outside of the womb, and a stranger’s voice. We are likely to leave the same way, in one manner or another, on a journey back to stardust that is ours alone to take. They say that the light is also bright and that gravity will cease. What we hear and feel are a mystery. We are composed of flesh and bone but the magic is in the soul. The tiny light of our own galaxy, here to exist as this thing called human. What dream a soul might have belongs to her. We see it in our desires, our hopes, and in what we reach for in the dark. We taste it in our tears and the grinding of our teeth. We feel it in our laughter and in the murmurings of the moon. Our eyes smile in recognition of our soul’s purpose, no matter how subtle the cue. A soul is meant to make us breathless, like a sunset over pines. Like being surrounded by these mountains older than recorded time can allow for and imagining what they’ve witnessed. Our soul is stardust, unbridled. The barrenness inside us is due to her shackles banging on the confines of ourselves. Domestication is the poison for her constraint. To be stardust is for the lioness and the wolf. For the crow and the deepest depths of the ocean of ourselves. Unlock her cell and prepare for the mystery of the untamed.