The People of the Stars

2-26 Hello Thursday

It takes a lot to find patience and feel satisfied. I'm, no not yet I'm but rather in. One, again, one line too many ar right rushes forward able to interpret brain signals before the thought materialize in my real world teleprompter for conversion to senses. A four propeller large, but fairly quiet gray USAF plane just cruised overhead flying past and directly over my head. It looked so near, flew so fast all I could do was marvel and a sort of guffawed laugh came out of my mouth and I smiled quite satisfied with the technology in display. Now off to my left in the southern sky a contrail pair from a jet making a disc shaped line just west of the sun which sits and I can already feel the warmth of spring season building and the happy trill of the birds. A complex repeated call. Meant to be heard, repeated over and over. A broadcast signal. The collection of bird sounds altogether nature's chorus. Missing the forest, imagining the jungle where the sounds of nature press upon one like the noise of a freeway, constant and sometimes overwhelming, preventing sleep and sometimes thought. Here we are breathing this same air and yet on this rock we may be separated from our people from those we wish to know, the relationships which make the life of spice and whole we can feel alive and in the moment. The human experience takes place in the present moment and we are the tears of the stars, our feeling expressions of the universe. A black hole possibly a mass murderer from the future. We are reliving the story of Universe in our lives, actions and fully human experiences. There is no machine like ours able to work with subtlety of senses and transmute Universe and present moment into lived experience and distilled and described through mind for that is the most amazing skill our animal presence our soul possesses. We are the storytellers of what it feels like to be in this Universe.

The rest, all of it: mystery. And let it be. For it is on us to be here, be present, experience and express. We are not merely a tribe of humans, We are the people of the stars. Tribe of Universe. We all belong to Universe. We are Universe. And Universe like our inner working have unknown mysteries. The mysteries of the Universe. And the breathe like the wind which just is and comes and goes and part of a much bigger whole a constant exchange of parts of shifting space and mass and motion. The reference points being relative what has meaning and what is merely an exercise in expression. And if expression what is thought, what is feeling and how does mind contribute on the matter? Later that evening. Slowing breath slowing down. Relaxing into body. Deep breath. In to stomach and gently out. Balanced between left and right legs and hips. And is it possible to write like floating on the sea fully immerse. Every sense alive and committed to experience.

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• What Is People of the Stars? - The idea behind the phrase, written up.