Heavenly Bodies

Looking up, naively, at the clear night sky
I see not stars twinkling back at me. 
Not some roaring gaseous Kraken, 
terrorising the seas of black. 
But a reflection of the self, 
smiling back at me. 
I see you too, up there on that
purest pitch canvas. 
For we are all stars. 
Particles of exploded beasts, 
rend millions of miles away, 
and amalgamated into this. 
Our bodies. 
And a part of that star still shines in all of us. 
In our sentience, our consciousness and our reason. 

Some read the sacred scrolls to find answers. 
Some seek the solace of a divinity divided from themselves. 
But if you wish to find an answer, 
look inside you. 
You are creation. 
You are the miracle. 
Heaven exists within you, 
and nowhere else.