Direction of Star People,

Regularly we shall go.

Relationship patterned,

All there is.

Center of all things,

We paint.

Filling cracks,

Voids,

At timeliest of moments.

With glimpse,

Whole Galaxy.

Plucking stars,

Painting new existence of planetary alignment.

Enter,

Nature of all things.

Splatter,

Brush strokes,

Specific to essence of self

And all there is.

Blanketing,

Coldness,

Darkness of locale.

Filling cracks,

Voids,

with spiritual bindings of Great Mystery.

Pull string,

Turn on luminosity.

Light shines,

Heart lustrous.

Entering inwardly,

Emitting out.

~Ani Po