Look up.

“Up where?” I ask.

To the northern lights,

to Polaris,

little starseed.

Above the North celestial pole

this side of Ursa Minor,

am I,

riveted high amongst the ancients.

Look closely

on a clear summer night,

and you will see

my distant light,

shimmering,

guiding,

orienting.

Look to the stars,

the constellations,

the far out galaxies,

beyond the third dimension;

for there your dreams lie

and your passions ignite, an infinite cosmos.

There lie magic and imagination.

Gaze upon the dusky night sky,

little starseed.

Be still,

be enchanted.

And you will find that the light

upon starry heights

has always lived deep within.

You just needed reminding.

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