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Constellations of Becoming

By Sarah de Caen


Through the memories of yesterday, we find our stars

where the past walked silently beside us,

 we bear the traces of what has been,

 we learn that each scar is a star,

 each loss a constellation guiding our steps.


The present hums in quiet brilliance: 

we awaken in gentle waves of light,

 our hearts tuned to unseen frequencies

 of connection, courage, and revelation.

 We stumble, we rise,

 we become the living bridge between what was and what may be.


Time stretches, folds, and spirals

 a cosmic river reflecting every choice we’ve made. 

We see the past not as regret, but as imprint,

 a luminous map of wisdom etched in our being.

 Hands reach beyond the self, beyond fear,

 to cradle the possibility as if it were starlight itself.


And in this becoming, we remember:

our errors were teachers,

 our tears were the ink of awakening,

 and the quiet courage in our hearts

etches the blueprint of worlds yet to bloom.


Humanity, a living light within the vast galaxy,

 moves to the rhythm of renewal,

 each soul a spark, each moment a threshold,

 each heartbeat a universe awakening 

to the infinite symmetry of what we may yet be.


We are reflections of ourselves,

starlight of the past illuminating the present,

guiding us toward futures unknown,

and in this cosmic turning,

we rise , luminous, fearless, eternal.


By Sarah de Caen

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