Pushing Down the Rising Star

  Pushing the Rising Star
 
Beneath the horizon
 
Decade by decade
 
Even as pearls of photons race ahead
 
Of the lumbering Star,
 
Entering me through my cracks
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(Imagine that, ego, cracks!}
 
Merciful thresholds inward.
 
 
And I, longing to be found,
 
Turn into the Light.
 
 
Pushing down
Turning Toward
 
Light and humility.
 
 
Now my body
 
Wakes me declaring,

​“Enough.
 
Be off to ebony places of meeting
 
Speeding photons
 
Curling ‘round Earth.
 
Present your cracks
 
Thresholds to everything that is new, this day.”