The Faintest Star

The Faintest Star

Let’s bless the inner, ever-mounting flame,
the third eye open wide, the living flesh
we press in joy, in need. The world we frame
revolves, and is resolved, forever fresh,
in us. So gaze at the horizon. Find
the faintest star. All fits inside the mind.

Author: Thomas Zimmerman

Photo: Johannes Plenio on Unsplash