Look not out to the heavens
for there is no path in the sky
our cells are the stars of enter space
and we ask the light of our cells
to show our own true face.
Then we will no longer
ask when how or why
for there is no sky
and heaven is within
still it is not a path
to follow to be in
this heaven sublime
but a state of mind.
So each cell will shed
its light as a halo
up above, here below,
inside, out guiding us
into knowing that
there is no place to go
and nothing to do
for we already are
a shinning star.
copyright © Agatha Smith
Poem published with the permission of the author.
