I float amongst the stars; my limbs wavering, freely, in the primordial sound that goes deep within my mortal self and kisses the sub-conscious being inside; who’s at peace with himself.
I open my eyes and look at the stars around; they’re so motionless, so still. Back, when I was a boy I looked at these twinkling things and thought they were space fairies; now that I hover by these balls of hot gas, I realize they aren’t space fairies; they’re meditating mystics, after all.
These meditating mystics, they’ve witnessed creation; they witness creation every second someone breathes, just for the sake of breathing…just for the pleasure of it.
I’ve known them, these mystics, for long now. I talk to them, they don’t speak though; I think it’s the hum of my heart and the buzz of their minds.
Sometimes, when I stroll down the Belt of Orion, I see swarms of these stars and I hear the buzz, I don’t know why the hum of my heart is so attracted to it; but these swarms, they form an image, a face.
I don’t follow the face, though, I’ve followed a lot of faces, and for long so. I follow the buzz; I follow it because I feel, it’ll lead me to tranquility.
It’s all inside me, the stars, the faces, the space fairies and …the buzz. It’s the peace I find within myself, that makes me realize that I’m carrying a universe within.
It heals me.
Aum shantih shantih shantih.