The Puppet Strings of Stars

As the tightness of my ego loosens its grip on my body, I fall gently backwards.

My spine realigning and floating easily as I unfurl. The force and gravity of the heavens pulling on my puppet strings. I relax knowing a new more intelligent master is taking control.

Where this play will take me I do not know. No rehearsing lines or dressing up, I soften and enjoy the show.

The force of the stars, sun, planets and moon was always more than we knew.

Just because the city lights blurred them out didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

Universe, I’m sorry I forgot your tremendous strength. Yes I can see you, but even better I can feel you.

Your electric power igniting my inner spark. My yin waters conducting your mighty yang, as I embark.