There are those sparks of light
That spin brilliantly in dark skies,
lighting a galaxy of shadows
moving deliberately forward,
intentionally, indefinitely,
in a constant of planets,
a symphony of chaos,
a cacophony of beauty,
bridging this world and the next,
only for the asking,
only for the seeking,
only for the waiting,
with quiet minds open,
ready for receiving.
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