She had a hand holding the end of the Milky Way
Truly a star studded spectacular in the all around
A spiral optic display worthy of her celestial skills
Her other hand wide high-fiving the passer by
Nebula, Comets, asteroids, meteors, a flailing starship
Pushing away galactic dissidence further out to infinity
The lost odd soul needing a little extra attention
And a place to find closure with a little wink and nod
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Stella had it to give being the kite tall of a galaxy
Swishing in the dark sparkly seeming void of the Infinite
Prepping for a let go and a lift off, hobo jump to the next
Galactic Temple needing her angelic bright light wisdom
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The Fling comes fast when it’s time for the let go
Whiplashed sparkle bundle of Stellar lightness of beingness
Whisked out into the Cosmos full of giggles and ancientness
She was all kinds of ‘nesses’ and felt that pride swell
In the deep float further into the vastness calling her
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Home again to the next little gravity pull that landed her
Another Milky Way of hard and tender that needed
Her kind of Luminescence. Her kind of praise the Goddess
And pass the Thank goodness for someone that reminds
Us who we really are in the scheme of the scheme of
who we really are.
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She has both hands up and pulls her wings in tight
Not everyone is ready for her kind of magic medicine
It takes love and patience to star seed the Infinite
She is timeless
This picture is when I was in Germany. I was in a ‘crypt’. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do this. It’s as close to a park bench of a picture I have.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 