I oft’ dream of three stars united:

A pyramid-cluster,…far away,…

Sparkling and swirling light projected,

In aged-realms which sway,…

My soul to tears.

Such beauty,…it can not be explained,

With words of practical human minds.

The feeling of awe, deeply engrained,…

On the soul, which pines,…

To return home.

Yes, some things, they are not logical,

For we are made of both man and soul.

Man seeks to eat ’til listless and full.

Soul seeks to be whole,…

And connected.

Those galactic stars,…they speak to me,

In a language beyond form or view,

And my soul answers with silent glee.

I am bright and new!

For I am free!

I am free!

I am free!

K. Aldaya, 9/4/22

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