Autumn Night

 

On this Autumn night I gaze up at ten million stars. I do not bow my head, I tilt it back in wonder. I want to pray, but there is nothing to ask, nothing to desire. Yet I want to pray. I am not silent. I use words. "I love you." To whom do I pray? To whom do I say, "I love you"? I don't know. It doesn't matter. I merely gaze into the stars, into the infinite space between and beyond the stars, which is the space between my thoughts, and the space in every atom of my flesh. "I love you." Then, perfect silence. Are we one or two? It doesn't matter. The intellectual, the theologian, the philosopher, cannot fathom my foolishness. My happiness.

Photo, NASA Hubble, star clusters