Vishaka
Vishaka is a Vedic constellation with properties of dual nature, determination and creativity. Also known as the "Star of Purpose". Here is the prose made of stardust.
I’m the most I’ve ever been. Pegasus shines upon me, a fiery blaze of nine constellations branching into a million directions wishing to be touched, like tree branches, leaf-less, reaching as fingertips from my Hasta. But what if the touch destroys? the stars are aware of themselves, and for whatever time gives, it’s a gift, even, or especially, if nothing is left. A resolve to something that seems completely endless. Dear friend, let’s speak more about what destroys in the face of growth, and how the moon splits in two, not as two halves but two wholes.
I write the way one sings, desperate and unaware of itself. There is always the forked path, and I settle on the whisper because of which. I make because, not for, not from, and not. Well, it does not matter. If the stars could write, I’d wish they could write through me. There would be pure lack of understanding, and you’d be left with gooseflesh draped in wet sick. That is simply what confusion is, and attachment to human is just such.
A woman with melting eyes and a sword of Solomon told me I am God, I bit her nose to look into her cognition. See? I said, blood sinking in between my teeth, I am not free as god. God as the stars. God as the trees. My freedom lies in my mind, and this predetermined thought to bite. And though I am free, I will never be that in which is God, you see? Snot bore pity, blood bears eternity whole as the climax of becoming bigger, ceases.
I fear to become the big Matryoshka doll. The one holding, the one seemingly being. Once opened, the dolls never stop. Internal, eternal. Open me, I beg, to let what may die inside of me rest. Oh, I seize up! If I am still, my motion begets me, and I am no longer a shape. The essence of me is now truly what is perceived. I am perfect and the most I’ve ever been. I am Vishaka.
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