I once saw a comet enter the atmosphere
And burn up as it touched the horizon.
A couple years ago, I was camping with 3 friends of mine, indulging on psilocybin, entranced by the elements of nature. Without light pollution the stars shined brightly, dotting the entire sky like freckles across skin.
We sat by the water, the waves calm but softly crashing upon the shore. The sand soft between toes, cool, and a small breeze blew my hair away from my shoulders. Frogs leaped along the edge of the water, splashing, while fish rippled the surface. We told stories, a couple jokes, but I could not get my eyes off of the stars. It felt comforting, like a home I had never seen, or at least hadn’t remembered. The tiny fireballs above wrapped around me like a warm blanket, filling me with hope and dissipating a longing that never seemed to fade. Across the fallen trunks we carefully followed until we reached the end. The balancing act of everything in order, everything in stillness, everything exactly the way it should be. We were the only ones here, the only ones left, just awaiting the spaceship to come take us away and back to a home we’d been yearning for all this time. We wrote our names in the sand to be washed away with our footprints, and only noticed by the moonlight. Like we never existed.
I sat upon the sand once again.
Hands dug in and a mind full of wonder.
The soft crash of the waves, back and forth in cyclical motion. I hugged my knees to my chest, lost in the magic of the twinkling dance portrayed as music in my minds eye. I began to hum, and as if my prayers had been answered, the sky exploded. A soft explosion, quiet from where I sat and small enough to be displayed only for me.
And across the sky the celestial body ebullient.
I made a wish that day.
Connection to the divine starts within the essence of the world around. During a cloudy day, we watch above and play games of depiction. Telling stories of what we see, seeing signs of where our minds wander. We ground ourselves in centered connection by simply being barefoot against Earths grain. Dopamine spikes, when the smell of rain permeates the warm air, or when bright flowers decorate the scene before you.
When the essential ingredient to our existence relies in the simplicity of merely stepping outside and taking in the fresh air, we then realize the amount of joy and possibility that surrounds us in each moment. That the world is infinite, and we, as creatures of flesh derived from the infinity of the universe. We have it in us to be, do, create, and believe in a world that we deeply desire for ourselves. There is no need to hope and wait for a shooting star, or a to watch a comet burn, or to stumble upon a four leaf clover in fulfillment of our every wish. We must emerge, become, and take a leap of faith in the moments of passion, in the moments of solitude, and push even harder in the moments we feel like giving up.
The world is always in your hands, and what you do with it, is always up to you.
~ a world of infinite possibility
As always,
Thanks for being here! xoxoxox, til’ next time! <3
~ Khaotically Inspired, KO