Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless.
The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.
Stars Over the Dordogne – Sylvia Plath
Cosmogyral: whirling around the universe.
I like the thought of whirling around the universe, spiraling through the galaxies in a playful weightless freefall.
It seems to evoke the ultimate surrender and that appeals to me, to belong to the sacred geometry of planetary orbits.
I envision the whirling not so much like a crazy fast dervish, but more like a butterfly ballerina, pirouetting from one flower to another to extract equal amounts of nectar and joy from each stop along the way.
Graphic credit to https://vocal.media/fyi/sacred-geometry-of-planetary-orbits
I cast my eyes out to the sea
and gaze at all eternity
until forever turns to night.
My eyes then lift to catch starlight …
By Richelle E. Goodrich / Artist Jungsuk Lee
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud 