On painting stars on the ceiling again recently on the ceiling of our new art house.

Our friend did the real work, but i had to go back and love on a few, as I’ve been doing this since i was a kid, when i used to stick neon glow stars all over my bunk bed and then later my ceiling. I knew even then there was something about the Sky i would always watch in wonder! But my medium has gotten fancier these days. Hoping to finish the symbols i started way back then!

I painted stars on the ceiling tonight

Just like as a kid sticking neon stars everywhere to emulate what I saw

Or wondered most about and tried to recreate

On my bunk bed ceiling

But now in fine gold and silver

On the arch of a floating monastic observatory chapel.

Same symbol- kid to old man,

Counting stars in mid air as an act of awe and wonder.

Yet, at my age, We will see how the stars dry

This time, and if my back makes it through

this stretching for and coralling of glory, and the endless

recreations and iterations

Of echoing the making of the sky that life implies.

God must’ve been exhausted after that day!

Yet, I’m sure Wisdom’s owl is watching

From The Branch which never breaks.

Along with me and a few kids who

Are still left on earth who believe in stars!