If you want a perspective that is powerful, if you would like to see from here to eternity, if you have lost sight of meaning, purpose, awe and wonder, if you need a recall, a reminder, a way to bless all that is, then look up.

Really look and see and become connected to the celestial world, the shy moon that is like a fingernail on the western horizon, the stars that come out each night that you forget to even gaze upon, the sun with its warmth and the exploding color as it sets, the clouds with their puffy beauty, magical and white.

The entire universe is spilling over into earth, spaceship earth Bucky, this blue/green planet…so you do have the eyes to behold this befuddlement, this bewilderment, this contemplative mystery.

So go wishing.  Go watch another sunset,  enjoy a slight wind, a season’s beginning, the last snow, the first rain, the flowers blooming, the summer solstice…all galactic displays for you to reach out and touch, to become the elements that have been here for 100 million years, begun for you as a dance of color and beauty 14 billion years ago; as they reach so far back that the starlight of these celestial teachers, that dominate a night sky on some country road, on some Rocky Mountain pass at 11,000 feet, are but relic-light of what used to be.  This starlight seems to exist to dazzle your mind, but many of the stars are long gone, have expired long ago…even before humanity itself began.

Engage the magic, the mystery, take but some of your precious time, those stayed moments, and attempt, take a stab at comprehending infinity—the outstretch of things so powerful, so incredible, where quasars and black holes and dark matter and nearby galaxies can do nothing, but boggle the mind—stretch it beyond what can yet be imagined, so as to inspire your life.

Look up, and you will might just see tomorrow and yesterday and today merge into ONE.  You will be able to become the truth that surges through your veins and every breath of the amazing eternal being you may have forgotten you truly are.

Look up.  Raise your eyes to the cued bewilderment.  Lift up thyne eyes to the glory of the heavens…for they, the stars, the stuff out there, are ambassadors of an eternal world reigning down pure wonder upon minds willing to see, to be aware of, to enhance the enchantment.

Notice that you are made of stardust and time shifts, infinity and mystery.  Look up to see who you really are.  For you were born from the heavens—rooted in the cosmic mind.