A DIALOGUE OF STARS

            A DIALOGUE OF STARS

Night of clouds, of moonlight, and a single star. 

You can’t be Sirius,” I said,

and star replied, “Who else, so bright, so blue?” 

And thus began a dialogue of stars.

You see, I too am a star,

oh not a whole one,

just a tiny but important part,

a seeing-eye dog

with a mind that can communicate,

just like my old friend, Sirius.

Where else did these thought come from?

                 The road to “I-lessness”

                  is paved

                  with many “I’s,”

                  progressively getting smaller. 

                  If pain is the enemy,

                  pleasure is the ally;

                  only one thing greater:

                  the comfort of controlling pleasure

                  and not letting it control you. 

Star gone, amen to dialogue.

Day again , full  moon a wafer in the west. 

First pedestrians stroll the beach,

some bending to retrieve

the sea’s overnight gift of shells.

               November 4, 2009