And still,
stars are watching,
galaxies hum their songs,
universes drift like lanterns.
All of it, endless,
all of it, here.
Does silence mind
being filled with light?
Does light know
it will one day return to shadow?
Nothing lingers,
and yet, nothing leaves.
We carry this vastness
inside the small chambers of our hearts,
turning it over and over like a stone.
How strange to feel so infinite,
while standing so still.
