Recollecting on an Event Yesterday.
An Experience of Meeting Another.
Maybe a poem.
A flash of silver, like a star. A moment in time.
Recollecting yesterday – past present future.

A silver star appeared yesterday.
Past present & future glimmered. Awareness flashed.
Of time, then, now, tomorrow.
Time & space, life, a season, a garden – suspended.

A swift moving light appearing through time & space.
Bright with intelligence.
Then big loud grey planes flew overhead.
The trees trembled, the sun shone, the birds sang, the moon called everything to bloom.
A spill of buttercups on the grass.
A single moment of dazzling awareness.
Souls meeting through time and space.

And then it was gone, disappearing in a moment’s time.
Like an arrow shot from a bow.
Surrounded by trees we waved goodbye.
Grief, loss, sadness hung in the air.
The afternoon slipped by, then night deepened.

Stars appeared, the Milky Way.

Today…somewhere again a silver star.
Flashes thru the land. On its way west.
Under the summer Libra moon.

We are children of stars, of space, of the oceans & the land.
Hundreds of millions of years in our bodies.
Meeting each other in time and space.
Yesterday a silver star passed our way.
Today, somewhere a tiny shooting silver light.

Afterward.
I felt shock afterwards, grief stricken. Loss.
Driving home, those hours, through forests, rolling hills and & over rivers.
Come back, I said. But I knew I didn’t have the right
environment for it. I knew there needed to be a large
area of freedom, a village, a community, a collective dream
come true for it to remain, to stay, to live, work & to rest.
Now it’s flying over grasslands & prairies, where once
the dust bowl happened. And soon it will reach the foothills
of the Rocky Mountains. And stay there a while.
A silver star, like a comet, a meteor, a flash of time, outside of time. Each time we meet, we gather the light of the other.
And offer ours.

A meeting with another – past present future appears.
Then it was gone.

Today July 3, 2025.
Thursday, Jupiter’s day. Libra moon, Cancer Sun.
Last night, I made scones. love, Risa