“From the Stars Above”
Written by Greg Bennick and Alex CF
Humanity , curious and fearful of its own existence
seeking place and purpose, in directions moving endlessly forward
yet side to side dodging inevitable truths
seemingly alone in a vast expanse of nothingness, both outside and within
from birth to death, longing for guidance and security
and all the while hoping these things will be found upon the earth
and yet we gaze to the stars for connection
points of fire above, reflecting points of inspired hope within
we breathe deep into the night, terrified of the darkness
motivations become twisted when insecurity takes control
to be corrupted is the easy path, but the real answer has been there all along
the stars are ancestors, forecasting the future for us through their sense of eternity
perhaps we are destined to follow them through the sky
transforming over immense stretches of time so vast
they make our entire history seem like a drop of water in an endless sea
stars have shaped every facet of our being
we owe our existence and continued survival to daydreams at night
to spheres of super heated gasses that crowd the night sky
offering a sense of endless distance and calm
seen as forefathers and gods, mothering and close
from afar the turbulent expulsion of matter and energy from the inception of
the universe, brings from their first moments, atom bound to atom
cast out from their celestial womb, molded by the vigorous hand of gravity
a release of elemental power, forming suns, cooling into planets
the worlds within.
so intrinsic to our being, yet so simple at the core
the explanation always above us, radiating heat and light
the fundamental truth, that within us the radiance
our brilliance reflected, do we dare to let ourselves know
that we, at our core
we are made of stars.
When I was
a young boy
took me into the city
to see a marching band
he said ‘son don’t get too attached to this band because bands break up and you will cry’
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.
Marriage equality in my home state of minneosta!!