the Dream of every Planet is to become a Star

Jerry Whalley, Thank you for submitting your literary work to BudzusHammer Magazine.  Your submission "The Dream of Every Planet is to Become a Star" was selected to be published within our April/May Combo Issue.

 the Dream of every Planet is to become a Star

A Story by jeRRy whaLLey

'from stars we come, to stars we shall return' ...

 

You are a fragment of Nature's urge in the Land you are born to. You reflect the land you were grown

from and more so you are a fractally flawed and perfect vehicle of all that is.

 

Somewhere, an ancient voice sounded from a time when this land was peopled by the various red

nations, a time when the white nations first gathered on her shores. That voice told of how it would take

several generations for the land to change these new people. That the land would mould them for

whatever evolutionary urges the land would require. That time is now ... these new caretakers come

from all the colours of the Medicine wheel. It is you and me ...

 

I was musing about the 'cultural hybrids' that make up the melting pot of peoples here. Watching all the

differences with my mind, following the threads of history each 'hybrid' carries in their DNA and level of

consciousness. Each person is a bridge, from a place, a people and a past.

 

Then, I watched them with my Heart, with eyes Divine. As the Heart does not 'differentiate', I was able

to see how each and everyone fulfills Natures purpose, whether or not they are aware of it.

 

Natures garment is a pliant organic layer of roiling change like a gossamer web of interlaced lights of

Love and Joy; that is you and me ...

 

Change is the primary motivation of Nature, roiling with incessant urges to sparkle in a new way and for

a brief instant become amazed at this Beautiful moment; yet She lingers not as She is vast and pregnant

with Loves many children to come.

 

Nature does not differentiate, She proliferates diversity in a multifarious spontaneous Joy. Distinctions

like race will always become revised and experimented with by Her, with Her goal and not ours, as the

longing pressure to evolve. She sees Stars!

 

Monoculture and homogeneity are dead ends and Nature is fractal in her motivations and experiments

of which we as Human kind are only a part. She will design with various intelligent evolutionary

perspectives as Her decision tree is always interconnected with ‘all that is'.

 

The ‘goal’ is part Art and Part Science and part Spirituality. Sometimes She produces amazing creatures

whose only part to play is a brief flowering of Beauty, a temporary bliss like a sigh exhaled in

proclamation of awe. At other times She creates what seems like Monsters whose only purpose is to

ravage complacent aspects like dead limbs to be recycled for future births.

 

She is plain and simple and in plain sight yet we do not see Her nor revere Her wondrous dance enough.

She loves when we respond in change with her organic symphony. Dancing with Her in sympathetic

vibration to Her Loving song of longing.

 

Nature chose us as the mediums of change it wants to become. We are a thin organic layer upon the

face of the earth. As the Earth's consciousness evolves and changes so does our own. Inter illuMentated.

Each of us is a synaptic impulse transmuting cosmic energies into the stuff the Earth can use. Each, a

bridge of energy transforms, dancing in ways the Land realizes, in its march towards the goal; evolution

towards a Star!

 

What does not Dance in change withers and rots, recycled, to feed all of Her newborn; it is a Loving

spontaneously beautiful Dance like when the Heart and Mind are passionately fired in creative

synchrony bursting with ideas and the joy to express them in Artistic majesties; She is brilliant with you

and I.

 

Colour or Race are only a part of Her palette of creativity. She will blend Dark and Light attributes to suit

Her goals and we must parlay with Her veritable language of Love with tolerance for the various designs

She has wrought. We can only understand Her when we become identical to Her, i.e., plain and simple

in tune with Her song of change.

 

For example, I see a Poet as a way of being plain and simple, in tune with Nature; as one who 'speaks'

with the Heart. Where his words are imbued with potential; acting as agents of change. He is a Mystic,

making language a catalyst of creation. Singing a prayer with Heartfelt words, igniting Grace to action.

A Poet shows us the magical all that is; where Beauty echoes through all things, like Natures laughter in

a flower. He is a Mystic in communion with the 'Eternal Present' where no past ever compelled, nor

future beckoned! They teach us that we are each a miracle; a song of Love, where sorrow and joy,

laughter and tears, are lyrics and notes in an awesome symphony of Creation ... Her joyous song of

change!

 

We are 'meaning makers', and choose thusly what is of value in our lives. We are 'Magicians' and can

compel even 'creation' to move by our 'will'. But the 'Mystic', the Poet is plain and simple; Beauty and

Truth are an organic 'Alchemical' treatise written on his 'Heart' with an 'elixir' of prayers revelling in 'Bliss',

revealing Reality: the true 'Gold'. A joyous urge of Nature singing and dancing Her longing song of Love!

So, who will you in Joy and Love become today!! She wants to see each and all of Her children Sing in

Awe and Wonder. Do you hear Her? She is singing even now! I'm dancing ...

 

As we are the Lands Agents of Change, we all have purpose and are connected to her. Even in death, we

are utilized for the stuff we transmuted while living; recycled and born again. Then, as the Land Aspires

to become a Star, (the Dream of every Planet is to become a Star), we shall all transcend in that blissful

transmutation ... dust to dust, each mineral born of Cosmic forces, the furnace of Stars; from Stars we

come, to Stars we shall return ...

 

"In the light of Cosmic time, both great and small are extinguished by that infinity, yet it remains

important that we create, explore and evolve with the courage of a Loving Heart."

 

 

 

The Green Man

 

As above, so in you

the light, the warmth, the sky of blue

and in the darkest of the nights

the Stars that sparkle as they do...

 

His language of the Birds, his secular tongue,

while silence is his noble one,

arise from a living soul within his Heart,

and washes simple throughout his Art...

 

This then is what we can say of Art,

that it is born of the Heart of Wonder,

which blooms as leaf in where we ponder,

and bears the fruit for all to eat,

 ambrosia, Divinely sweet...

 

... this Alchemy of Awe, that sweetest sap,

that runs from roots within my chest,

and seeps to branch and leaves of Wonder,

to where it is that I still ponder ... is let

to this pen and writes with words of Love

on wings of letters to your eyes reflecting all the world ...

Reviews

[Touché Armada]

Pema this is lovely.. A little celestine prophecy-ish in many ways many ways that are not too far removed from possibility, perhaps reality. I like this we need so much to try to weave our little chants and speels toward things in a more and more joyous and loving point of view.. Make even the dingy light up with meaning. Nice thought processes Pema.

[vanishing]

this is pretty good.. but what is it.. a poem or a story?

[Pema Dorje]

-- a response to James --

a polemic of poetry which discourses a diatribe with the vibe that language is literal and languishes in their ranting raves like waves crashing on the craggy shore of rock and law and jurisprudence and more, from a language of rule based creed made by liers for Political=Economic greed -- Language is a bridge, connecting; Poetry is the stream below, meandering, murmuring, reflecting many Suns; meaning!

Science like Religion is a language which attempts to encapsulate and explain Nature -- we are Nature urged to Human metaphors and verisimilitudes -- when Nature has need of some expression sHe urges in surges throughout mankind for a heart made ready from beating with wings dipped in tears and laughter -- when sHe finds a ready vessel malleable and purified by fires of miseries and joy for this new expression sHe urges by creativity the realized raptures in the longing song Poem - the Poet is often reflected in that urge as the creator is always part creation and as all things go all things become the Poem and so too is the Poet an urge of Nature expressed in surges - the authentic Poet writes with tears and laughter in such a way that you become the Poet reading it and are, therefore, become an expressed urge of Nature surged -- the goal is partly to embrace the reader with their own realizations while the reader feels the embracing of realizations well writ -- when Natures urge surges a new Poet we are all made greater by that creation --

-- in ThunderBay my Vipasana guide who looked like a Bodhidharma bum showed me the way of attention and formless being -- after two weeks of constant attention to the moment I felt a pain shooting into my Heart as if a nail driven in -- he said, 'this practise is like open heart surgery' and smiled churlishly -- I saw the Heart chakra open inside out without a doubt with many petals unfolding and a blissful lightness of being permeated throughout -- the Dakshong Rinpoche gave me a Tibetan name, Pema Dorje which translates to Lotus Blossom--Lightening Bolt or as I say in the Western vernacular, Flower Power --

[Haruki]

This is perfection and beauty. Thank you.

[Gandré]

yes you sent me this I came again to read. Still beautiful.
Yes we watch with our heart. this is successful when we are not trying.
When we want without wanting.
Great stuff, glad to see you back.
be well, Jerry.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It would be a wonderful thing for this planet to sing together in ethnic bliss, We can keep hoping and doing our part, thanks for sharing.

[T. L. O'Neal]

A very thought provoking piece that shows the wondrous diversity of the world. The last paragraph was absolutely beautiful. T

[TL Boehm]

well this simply blew me away. Homogeny is a killer - you stated it so much more eloquently than I can at the moment - and poets - yes we should all have our own distinct wordprints, don't you think? Thought provoking work - uplifting and inspiring words Pema.

[Dead Angel]

very poetic and very well descriptive. i love the metaphors you used her, they just added to the beauty of this story. very well done!! :)

[Gandré]

You made a poetic story of my sociological question. This was cute, inventive adventure of beauty with storymaking alchemy. The sentences were exhilarating! ..Captivating vision which is winning the hearts and minds of those who read it.

[Fran Marie]

A most beautiful write
so very well penned and expressed~Fran Marie