Shooting Star

I am quite touched by this realisation. Moment by moment we approach our destiny, always retrieving a step further when we seem to have made a step towards it. An everlasting journey it is. A joyous one, if you may choose so on this (our) planet. We always knew destiny to be like a shooting star—so pretty to look at and so fleeting from the skies of our observation. Like a canvas that is stretched in front of us, displaying a set of images, defining our moment—the each and every moment we live as a species, as a race, as a totality of all living organisms on this (our) planet. We celebrate each day as if it were our last one. Cause it will never put us in the exact position in space, among stars and galaxies, ever again. The time is fleeting like a single shooting star following the path of its demise till extinguishment, till it's just a meteorite—no more than dust of a rock, once so shiny. We get mesmerised by her glow only when touched by a human eye, looking for miracles and then finding one. Who look, those find.

We gather our wisdom from experiences—the journey we embark upon. We gather the insight more than we would any treasure stone. Its value is fleeting, as only applied in given circumstances and times will it prove itself to be of value. Treasures remain hidden and fixed in their potential unless unpacked in actions of kindness and grace towards oneself and others. My heart is racing, for I have found my future foundation—one tiny being turning my world upside down.

I'm anticipating the wished-for results. A phone call, an email with news, an invitation. Will it lead to disappointment again? I disagree. I will keep on trying no matter the results or the outcomes. I disagree with the idea of temporary success. It has to be holistic; it has to serve future purposeful creations. So if it fits long-term, if it matches the vision, if the open door leads to further doors, I want to connect to this future's alternative. If it leads to accompanying other wishes' fulfilments, if my mind is at peace with it eventually seeing the righteousness of its existence long-term, I want to engage in it. If my mind is fixated on something, there has to come a release of tension in the form of going forward with it or changing the direction altogether. If it doesn't happen, I keep my focus steady to form a conclusion—an energy culmination of some sort. And it always always always leads to a breakthrough, no matter which form. But that's how it goes forward; it goes on.

I do not mind the waiting. It is a form of inner circling around the topics surrounding the inner wish. It is a way of seeing how unwavering the inner conviction is. It is a form of testing the trueness of desire against the measures of one's own heart compass. True wishes, true heart wishes, don't dissipate; they do not change shapes unrecognisably. They do not belong to other people wishing upon us; they do not oblige to societal norms. But they stay steady, ingrained, surrounded by feelings that sometimes need clearance, like heavy clouds weighing with rain. It has to rain tears, anger, frustration first for the rainbows to appear as the heart's desires shine from within from their own eternal source of power. Their pureness can be seen when hindering beliefs are cleared from the way of manifestation.

Maybe that's what can be called a shooting star—a wish born from within, in the deepest depths of the human cosmos, finding its way towards consciousness through cosmic debris, left as a byproduct of some mysterious creations, unknown to mankind. Left unseen, it moves from within outwards while burning in its element. If unrecognised, the fuel that was meant to keep it glowing might be left exhausted. We might remain without much change if not touched by those deeply felt cosmic desires, and that is the greatest danger. What would my mind become if human evolution stopped its nature, exploring new realms? My mind is now fixated on being seen in places—her presence is not to be found hiding from treasure's light.

Light shines from within. Its forms are many. Many light-years unseen, we discover them still being alive within us. If not treated, wounds won't disappear, no matter how many lifetimes they are kept hidden. Same with fears. Same with desires. When wishes are born, they nest in our souls, creating patterns for future recognition. Like a web design, storing the information, catching whatever precious, needed to sustain the wish's existence, material. We might believe to have buried childhood's innocence, but our souls will never be able to forget how joyful the creation, unravelling, unwrapping, disentangling of our truest beliefs are. Manifestation is a real and believable joy of life, meant as a tool and a toy for everyone to play with on their own terms. True beliefs are of a cosmic nature, resembling our spirit's call for discovering our greatness of—belief or no belief—purposeful creation of our own experiences. True souls remain untouched—we can always trace our way back by following the light of a shooting star.

So within, so without.

No truer belief then that will help us out more than this one in our lives. As (un)conscious creators of life, we will always have our anchor in the spiritual realm. It being kindness or wisdom, or both. Two wings of an eagle raising its view way above the ground. From there, unattached, we can gain perspective in life and relax, realising the passing and temporary nature of all phenomena and factual circumstances in life. Sometimes change comes by force to awaken us, to give us an opportunity to get rid of the cosmic debris clouding our vision towards the guiding light source. Other times it's our own inner commitment that drives us to lead the change and deform, reform the existing shapes of our circumstances.

You came from within

When the darkest of nights

Reached its peak

At a starless hour.

One shooting star 

Might be missed, unseen

When bright city lights

Are glowing at night.

Throughout darkest mindsets

You came—source of light

Falling from heights

Grabbing me by the arm.

My mind is now fixated

To find peace in places

Nobody believes it to be found.

Is it worth staying sane?

How could I refuse,

Mesmerised by her glow?

One tiny being

Turning the sky upside down.

–Rao Noma, 2022