poetic prelude...

Every being is a star, the center
of their own spinning
spheres of existence;
falling through space
with the rest of the cosmos.
If one were to fall
in the ocean
the waves would not be
so big as a single smile
intended as if
everything else will smile
in return. A star's light
caresses many worlds,
but is only the sun
of its own system.
From here they are just stars,
light reflectes on the water.
Yet their spinning keeps us turning
and we are waves
to each other's gravity,
interlapping influence
as far as we can reach
until its impossible to tell
from which source
each ripple came;
and it all shimmers
together.