I was drawing a desert with sand for a page, When a small voice stepped out of the silence and age: “Draw me a sheep🐑”, and the night opened wide. A whole little cosmos was waiting inside. 🌕🌟⭐🪐🌎🌍🌏 On B612, where the bright stars turn, Three patient volcanoes🌋🌋🌋 kept watch while they burned. Baobab thoughts sent their roots through the ground; He pulled them up early, while they were still small. Then came the rose🌹, with her fierce little thorns, Her need wrapped in pride, her soft heart disguised. He loved her, grew frightened, then lifted away A young heart in orbit, still learning to stay. Round and round, every orbit has motion; Shock has a signal, and pain has a pulse. The body remembers the reach and the rupture; The self finds its way through the layers of thought. Turn by degree, with a witness beside you; Let the old armor loosen its hold. A life can keep moving through grief into meaning Each star in the dark has a story to hold. 🤴👑 A king gave commands to a kingdom of air; A vain man requested applause from his chair. A tippler drank to forget what he drank; A businessman counted the stars in his bank. The lamplighter lit what the turning required— One small faithful rhythm, one lamp, never tired. The geographer mapped what he’d never explored; The boy learned that living reaches past the record. ✨ Then sand held the pilot 🛩️; the engine fell still. The stars kept their geometry over the hill. An eye found the “Where,” as the head turned to face; The gray held the “What” of the feeling in place. The locus coeruleus rang its alarm; A shiver, a jolt, a cold wave through the arm. The pilot stayed near, giving time to the trace; A steady, kind presence made room for the place. 💫 Round and round, every orbit has motion; Shock has a signal, and pain has a pulse. The body remembers the reach and the rupture; The self finds its way through the layers of thought. Turn by degree, with a witness beside you; Let the old armor loosen its hold. A life can keep moving through grief into meaning Each star in the dark has a story to hold. When the feeling grew vast, the mind changed its view: Sometimes the self drifted beyond what it knew. Sometimes the body felt distant from home; Sometimes the feeling went quiet and numb. Sometimes separate selves carried chapters apart Each guarding a piece of a once-startled heart. These ways of dividing had answered the strain; They shielded the child through the shock and the pain. “Notice the brace where it gathers and stays. Let the head balance; give the shoulders some space.” A phrase can invite what a force could forbid; The body can choose what its muscles once hid. The neck finds its poise; the ribs make more room; The old held-in breath moves like dawn through a room. The shock has its moment; the ache has its say; The heart keeps its rhythm and finds its own way. 🦊 The fox asked for time; they made friendship by days. Each meeting gave meaning to footsteps and ways. He spoke of the bond that grows slowly and true: “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” And, “You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” The prince held those words as the stars rearranged. 🌟⭐🌹🪐🌎🌍🌏 He carried the rose through the wide-open night, Her flaws and her fragrance, her fear and her light. The snake🐍 marked a crossing, a change in the way A small heart❤️ could travel and still find its way. The pilot looked upward; the stars seemed to laugh. The desert grew tender, the sky grew a path. And somewhere within him, through all he had known, The boy found a home he could carry as his own. Round and round, every orbit has motion; Shock has a signal, and pain has a pulse. The body remembers the reach and the rupture; The self finds its way through the layers of thought. Turn by degree, with a witness beside you; Let the old armor loosen its hold. A life can keep moving through grief into meaning Each star in the dark has a story to hold. I was drawing a desert; the page became sky. The child and the pilot kept watch side by side.🛩️ The planets keep turning; the heart learns its art: To travel through darkness and return to the heart.
