I Wish Upon A Star

Do you gaze up at the night sky and long for someplace you can’t name.  Can you picture the purple-pink-colored sands around a crater with ocean tides?  Does your soul remember elsewhere?  Since I can remember I have always gazed longingly into the night sky, imagining faraway worlds and not so far away worlds.  Imagining the different living creatures and beings.  I feel so drawn to certain parts of the night sky that I feel as though if I let myself self go enough I would be pulled to it.  The sky, in general, feels that way even in a fully lit sky if I lay back and gaze up I feel the sensation of being pulled upwards while simultaneously being anchored somehow.  I envy the birds flying and gliding in the sky, the freedom of movement.  I long to feel that freedom.

I love the sensation of falling, I only hate the feeling of being halted and pulled back upward.  I can imagine the feel of space, of being up so high and seeing the smallest dot of Earth and other planets.  I long to taste the feast of galactic civilizations to see their art, surely there is art no matter how evolved they are.  I long for conversation with a perspective I never knew I needed because I couldn’t fathom its existence.  I long to speak without uttering a word from my mouth.  To feel differently and to understand differently and openly.  I long for scenery I know exists but I have no real reference for it.

I wish I could understand even an eight of reality because I do not believe we even have the faintest idea. Otherworlds, inner worlds, dimensional worlds, spirit worlds the list is endless. I would love to see this world become less resource-controlled. A lot of things could do with changing though I do not claim to know what all or even how best to do so. I wish I could have a full two-way conversation with my cat but I suppose in a sense we communicate emotionally maybe even telepathically in a subtle way. I wish she would live forever. I watch her sleep sometimes to just soak up the moment. I talk to birds and all sorts of critters. I am not fond of spiders, but I still make an effort to trap and release them. Bees are another story I typically try to persuade them to exit because I am allergic. I long for a oneness that I know is possible but so far from being true. I long to live and to connect with others. I want to see the joy on faces again and the connection. If we can dream it, then we can achieve it.