Patterns in the sky

I stood in the cold night, the breath of winter circled the forest sending a brisk air into the expansion of my lungs.  I stared up at the stars and deep within the sub-conscience, could feel the synchrony in the sky.  Mind maps turn to physical maps as the constellations revealed themselves.  Somewhere in the depths of time the pattern was formed on the sky, the stars cradling one another in their natural expression, draped across the galaxies like patterns on the wing of a butterfly.  If you listed closely you feel it, the shift beneath the surface.  A deep inner pull, as if the earth itself spoke to you in a language of cosmic hypnosis.  She listens, I could hear the voice.  Out there, somewhere, beyond the blue twin moons and the comet passeth, the word is whispered.  If you listen you can feel it.  Within your being, incased in the body the soul hears it calling, yearning to be aligned to our true nature.

I feel it pulling me into the vast emptiness, a re-birth from evolution.  Coming back to the unknown, I feel a more than cerebral pull in the depth of the universe.  For years I lost the signal.  The transmission entered the void and I felt nothing.  Nothing until the pain remained, and the darkness left itself black with the wicked crimson sun scorching the mind until only a flat hard paned desert remained.  

Reconnecting to the rivers, the water guided me and soon I heard the faint sound coming back to me.  A certain synchrony created by the pulse, created by the energy itself, the feeling I find hiding within.  So easy to lose track in this technologically ridden wasteland.  The desert stretches for a delirium of space, and we trudge forward, not noticing the mountains just to the east.  They are there, the sweet air to touch, if we can just get off the track.  We can find the pattern laid out in our being, just as the stars find themselves in space.  

Deep within meditation I can feel the galaxy of connections and impulses inside reaching beyond my physical sheath.  I can see the constellations guiding from within.  Over the years the layers have built on my mind, social trials and tests of courage.  I fight through the entangled mess of thoughts finding the opening to still waters on the lake’s surface.  No one around, just the ancient forest caressing the inside of my mind.  The lake whispers inner-peace.  

Back on earth, many of the humans move in capricious actions towards shallow goals to quench the inexorable thirst of material wanting.  Posts and phones and instant gratification that lead to deepening sadness; loss of truth.  Feeling the pattern slip away, they cry for more, walking the desert as the mountains drift further and further away…

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My bare feet on the cold cement of my mom’s deck told me this was not a dream.  I turned my fused vertebrate upwards towards the wondrous sky.  It was there, nestled in the damp forest above the Pacific, that the pattern revealed itself to me.  Reminding me to listen to the spaces deep and far within.   Broken, put together back again, I have returned to set the course.  Sometimes I can feel it in the music, connecting to spaces in the brain.  Sometimes I feel it in her skin, pulsating from her pours, swirling into her intoxicating scent.  A faint voice in the wind is moving me in alignment with galaxies and cosmos, searching for the surreptitious purple sun.