To rise again

In this open, honest space,

I’ve seen stars supernova and collapse in on themselves,

Taking back all the light they so generously emitted.

Then I went through a space of nothingness,

Into and over a singularity of inversion,

Where, spat out on the other side,

I saw the stars that glowed differently, that move in

Infinite spirals and don’t die

The same way mortals stars do.

There are higher expressions of beauty,

Deeper than words can describe,

Where the implosions are the gentle ripping

Of space and time into a loftier dimension of being.

This is so with systems of infinity,

Where nothing is recycled, and love is ever-renewed,

Bubbling forth from a zero-point of eternal awareness,

Growing still with each harmonic experienced.

This is love,

Healed of qualms, quantities, and quarrels,

Where choices are made in balance,

And hearts are broken in integrity.

This is home,

From whence we came and are now,

A little wiser from the supernova of experiences,

Ready to love in a higher manner.