cosmic orgasm

with all the stars in the sky
burning bright light, never ask "why?"
they exist just as you do and made of everything you are
but you wish, you wish that you could be that bright burning star
hanging, glinting effortlessly in black space without a care
with all the time in the world yet not a moment to spare

you sit in the grass while the sun hides for the night
and the moon, she asks that you take in her sight
the raging fire of the sun and the gentle cool of the moon take turns
and only if you ask of them you will know you have much to learn
so keep sitting in the grass while you level yourself with the frequency
and in the end and with their care you will no longer live in urgency