Myriads of stars

 

Myriads of stars are mirrored

in the wing of a tiny butterfly, and yet

the genesis of these worlds upon worlds

is of the utmost simplicity.

 

Let there be light, let there be me,

for I am the light.

That’s how it begins.

Every day.

 

Let there be night, let there be day

for I am the day. And the night.

That’s how it begins on the first day.

Every day.

 

Let there be yesterday,

for I am remembrance.

That’s how it goes on.

Every day.

 

Let there be you,

for I am you.

That’s how it is.

Every day.

 

Every brand-new day

the light shines

for me

only.

 

 

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