Star Talk, Shadow Walk

next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ... what if light is the language of Star and Star is the language of night and night is the feeling of ineffable space where the infinite writes insight, with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen into particles 'n photons that zeal; that seems to me, to be so very real ... then our shadow we see, slow diving on the ground, is a reminder of the night we carry, everyday around * * * on journaling: if you don't know where you've been, you'll not see where you are and can't get to where you ought to be - the transmigration of writers is with ink - then there are curious circles that fill our days and when we write them out and really look and see, a turn of phrase that changes us conceptually, as the circle becomes spiral, a vortex to the sky, where the Stars of hope wink 'n blink, and beckon us to fly