Beyond the Stars

Well beyond the stars we know, there is a place where heaven hopes and light has form. It’s star stuff—two islands around a lagoon. All bright and multi-hued. The islands float—with serenity, with empathy and vision. They glow—with hope, with joy and love. They stand—with strength, with bravery and vulnerability.

Ideas are alive and dressed painterly colors. Air is music, and laughter is no longer reserved for gods, and kings, and neutron stars.

I know ridges there ripe for climbing on with dips perfect for lounging in. I’ve found beaches for relaxing on, for catching a rainbow of warm and welcome light. They sit next to clear water made for swimming in that reflects the dark and seamless sky. No earthly space has ever felt this welcoming. No place alone could ever be this safe or feel this comforting.

It’s an amazing thing to sit amidst the vibrancy of liquid-solid light of every color and be surrounded by the peace of the beautiful black, black space of night.

Here there is no harm, no fence, no argument over black or white or gray. Things are different here.

Stars have thoughts and feelings. People, when they come, shine with amazing transparency.

—me strauss Letting me be