Sangha of the Stars
Lying In a country field at midnight
I let the light of stars
fall onto me for hours,
let the grand celestial field
of mother suns light years away
nourish my cells with immensity.
Cradled here on tiny Earth,
as my blood and breath are pulsing
in rhythm with Gaia beneath me,
I’m washed and washed by shining stars,
by a community of giant bodies
dancing through Dark Matter.
Sangha, the Buddhists call
a refuge of belonging,
a circling that brings you home.
Tonight I take my place
in the sangha of the cosmos.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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