Starbeings

We are all star people, racing around a planet, around a star, around a galaxy, racing away toward The Great Light. 

Yesterday I was baptized in humans in airports and airplanes.  My lover and I, star people, with other star people jetting around the heavens like cosmic travelers on epic journeys.  We travel horde-like, hysteria, slowly grouping, lining up, ordered, placed, instructed, buckled in, now an army in a starship.  It is as close to divine as we have been able to come, beaming around the earth in silver tubes at warp speed; eating nuts.  

I am now sitting quietly in Spain, my lover sleeps.  I just now hear the morning birds, the original star beings, and I smile.  We are all made to fly, starbeings, divine, eternal, living a magic so wonderful as to be holy.  Oh, the eternal holiness that is ours for the asking.  Lord, give us eyes to see we can fly!!!   

Strapped into our starship.

My quiet room with the starbirds.