The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Sunday, 30 November 2014
folding the wings
those wings you had spread wide to soar
to the terrestrial peaks where the light is
most ardent: it is for you simply to wait
the descent of the Fire –
supposing it to be willing to take possession of you.'
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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