Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
from Flying at Night, by Ted Kooser
Every drop of soul within me breathes in the idea
that above us dwell stars, and beneath us, lie constellations.
That means that we, simple souls standing on a planet
whizzing through space, are each of us as complex as the
That opens my mind to the idea that as vast and glorious
as the outerscape of planet and solar system and galaxy and
universe, there is just as vast an innerscape within
each soul that dwells here on the face of this
And when one dies, whole universes expire.
and when one is born, supernovas of life explode into
Written for Quickly‘s prompt.