On the threshold

Fighting the last bits of gravity before I can escape the atmosphere of the Known.

A blank and endless Space
Expansive, mysterious
Relentless.
Billions and Billions of stars
Bright, twinkling, distant,
Dull, dim, and difficult to see.
Exploding, dying, giving birth to new stars.

Seen from the past with clarity
Yet their present can only be projected
Based on models we have created
That follow the Rule of our Logic
And work within our frames of reference.
All that we know-
All that we know
we project, and see patterns in this expanse
that make sense.

Divine detail, vast potential.
Beauty, cold, distant- molded into a form we can understand,
label and measure,
yet not see.

The light of our own star is so bright that it sustains us
the Past sustains us.
And we dwell there, thoroughly in our mind,
blood cells made of regret oxygenate our body
memory is a pulse that flutters
sometimes strong and steady, then irratic.
Shame, isolation, fear, doubt, pride, and joy.
Steady the pulse with Gratitude and look outward
beyond the body, beyond our planet and our star
Beyond at the giant sea of infinite yearning
that escapes our ability to know
and understand.

Where the silence is dead and unforgiving,
Where what Is now may not be
And is Absolute

The future is