star stuff

 
If we are all star stuff, where is the meaning?
The materialism and realism, where is the light thats beaming?
We have lost the divine colors, the precise geometry,
Why is it only seeming?
Where is the light that's beaming?
There is a box full of contents,
And i am screaming,
From the outside,
The door is gleaming.
We together need to walk on the path,
To lightness from dark,
Letting go of the bark,
Where defining starts.
If we are all star stuff,
What is it that's beaming,
Collective consciousness is screaming,
We are slowly and silently,
Leaving.