Star-borne

In the Beginning
There was
But one Star,
The Star That We Are.
Together,
Merged as One,
We shimmered and rotated
In the vast empty Heavens.

Each spark,
Each glowing ray,
Was the manifestation
Of our combined Essence.
Our Star
Was one being,
Complete,
Containing everything.
Then….
Critical mass.
Our Star
Imploded,
Then exploded
Sending
Starry fragments
Of itself
Shooting
Across
The Endless
Empty
Universe
Up,
Down,
Under
And through.
Cascading fragments
Cast outwards
Upon Heaven’s currents,
Star waves
Churning with
Debris of Star.


Fragments
Split apart
Becoming
Smaller,
Smaller,
Smaller.
Throughout
The sky.
Smaller,
Smaller,
Smaller
And ever
Further
Apart.


We held together
As best we could,
Focusing
Our vision
On the One Star
That we had been,
That we truly are.


Smaller,
Smaller,
Smaller
Fragments
Rent apart
The mandalic display
Like fireworks
Illuminating the sky
In their brief
Moment of glory.
Becoming
Further apart…
Separate…
Remote…
Isolated…
Alone…
Finally,
We could
Become
No smaller.
Thus
We developed
Into individualized
Units of consciousness
This is termed
The Birth
Of the Angels

By Solara Antara Amaa-Ra

The Star-Borne

In the Beginning
There was
But one star,
The star that we are,
Shining across
An empty universe.

Then it exploded,
Sending fragments of Star
Throughout the Celestial Void,
The sky filled with pinpoints of Light,
Thus myriad stars were born.

Maybe you remember now
When we were pieces of star,
Spiralling and cascading
In Heaven’s vastness.

For remember we must
In order to reunite
Star families gathering together
To make the journey homeward,
Merging once again

Into the Star That We Are.
Come with me, my beloved ones
And we shall remember.


By Solara Antara Amaa-Ra