Stardust

Infinite space.

Infinite time.

Infinite possibilities.

The darkness of a black hole.

The blinding light of a quasar.

A massive star becomes a supernova.

A supernova turns into a pulsar.

Spinning light into the dark.

Does the Universe mourn the dying star?

Or does it celebrate it giving birth to new possibilities?

Does the star truly die?

Or can it only transform?

For I am stardust.

Dancing in the darkness.


Johnny Hoffman

My intention is to inspire a simple, healthy, and authentic way of life. I'm 28 years old and live on Maui. You can find me on Facebook, Instagram, and word press @ Zen Actions.

7 Comments

Ethan · March 15, 2018 at 1:09 pm

You’ve won my respect with those concluding lines:
Does the Universe mourn the dying star?
Or does it celebrate it giving birth to new possibilities?
Does the star truly die?
Or can it only transform?
For I am stardust.
Dancing in the darkness.”

You’ve inspired this:

Do we not fall apart
into what seems a timeless dark
only to someday collide
with some drifting supernova?
Who are we?
If we are not stars,
I do not know who we are.
We shine and fizzle
We are born
and we do explode
We are so far away from others
yet we long for them to look at us
to accept that we, like stars, should not be hidden behind human constructs or adjusted by human lights.
NO! We should be celebrated, for, like stars, we are strong and bright.
Like stars, we survive the night.

Ethan · March 15, 2018 at 2:25 pm

Sure thing.

Did you write this or quote it?

    Zen Actions · March 15, 2018 at 10:39 pm

    I wrote this all after being inspired by Einstein’s birthday.

Auroraboros · March 15, 2018 at 4:11 pm

I don’t like posting links to my own page, but this is relevant. You may enjoy a piece j recent wrote: https://objectsandthedistancebetweenthem.wordpress.com/2018/03/05/those-who-went-before/

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