The Constellation Called Destiny

I was instructed

to wish upon a star

to find you

the cluster of stars to form the constellation called destiny

or perhaps now it’s yous. It has once again become fashionable to configure partners into geometric relationships of threes, fours, sometimes more connections that spike out in complex formations as we all figure out how to connect. Behind screens, each day we come alive, so maybe we’ve forgotten how to be alive in space with another form of human shape.

We swipe left and right hoping our wishes on pixelated stars will connect me(s) to you(s) and something magical will happen, but all the stories I’ve heard have lackluster beginnings and somehow those parings have managed to stay together in tune, against the wearing of time. The frequencies in which they communicate have synced up, calibrated to one another to make a sweat harmonious melody.

My darling I think it’s all in the way we communicate not so much the someone(s) we do it with because each soul tells a marvelous story of tears and laughter, heartache and heart beats that jump started joy. Every perspective different than ours is a window into the starry night above speckled with beautiful twinkling souls which hold the wisdom of old come alive.

There is immense potential in each soul to beautifully unfurl like a mature rose to bless us with it’s sweat nectar. So long as it’s nurtured enough to open up under a hand made expert after brushing up against many thorns.

I realize that if I stop closing my eyes to wish on stars to find one that will cast it’s dazzling light upon me, to blind me in promised ecstasy, that I’ll see I am already set up amongst a cluster of heavenly bodies.

But opening the eyes to see can be hard.

I’m tethered within the gravitational pull of another system. Perhaps you’re lightyears away as I gaze into another galaxy hoping to find you. Maybe you’re no better than what I’ve already got. Maybe It’s not about better or worse and it just is a divine experience orchestrated by the Fates that we’re just meant to orbit in.

It’s our choice to find clarity and joy within our own collection of gasses and molecules,

or to keep wishing on other stars.