Poem: All the Stars

Fastest stars in the Milky WayAll the stars
in the hollows
of the trees
are free
no matter what
we see
or believe.
They dream
and speak
the word
that touches the seeker
in the desert,
the snow,
the forest of teak,
the valley of bones.
We all know,
but we break
and wreak
and weep.
And still the stars
glow
and you know
at any moment
you are one choice away
from shedding
and igniting,
and embracing
the Divine.
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Wael Abdelgawad
Fresno, California
September 6, 2019

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