When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun
‘as you are.’ says the
universe.
‘after...’ you answer.
‘as you are.’ says the universe.
‘before...’ you answer.
‘as you are.’ says the universe.
‘when...’ you answer.
‘as you are.’ says the universe.
‘how...’ you answer.
‘as you are.’ says the universe.
‘why...’ you answer.
‘because
you are happening now.
right now.
right at this moment
and
your happening
is beautiful.
the thing that both keeps me alive
and
brings me to my knees.
you don’t even know how breathtaking you
are.
as you are.’ says the universe through
tears.