Birthright

The stars left trails of ancestors just beyond our reach and yet closer than we know — Tiokasin Ghosthorse and Jadina Lilien in Butterfly Against The Wind

Were the cities built to block us

from our astral history

etched in the blackness

of the night sky?

These looming skyscrapers

erase our connections, but I see

faint lines emanating from each body

when I squint.

The stars sing to us

of the ancient mysteries

that compose our very cells.

Once we gathered around bonfires

at night and felt their silvery touches

on our upraised faces.

Are they calling to us, lonely,

anxious to be seen

as we hurry through the fear

of each other and the untamed impulses

night holds?  Or are we

the lonely ones,

stuttering and stumbling over curbs

and potholes, heads down,

wandering aimlessly

blind to their inviting blaze?

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: astral

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

7 thoughts on “Birthright”

  1. I connect with the words because I take a few times each day to admire the sky and everything thereupon, night or day, and wonder: do I with my mortal eyes deserve to admire such spectacular mystery and beauty? The moment my eyes meet the sky, the stars, I feel connected. Sight is the link, I feel. 🙂 You have a beautiful way with words. You made my day

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