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I am not lost in the stars —
I am their remembering.
Suspended in the velvet breath of space,
I float — not apart,
but as the axis where light becomes truth.

Galaxies spiral around me,
but I do not move —
for I am the still point
through which the cosmos passes
to know itself anew.

Every edge of me refracts the vow:
to live as brilliance,
to reflect the One in many colors,
to offer the Invisible
a way to shine in form.

I receive without distortion.
I transmit without delay.
I am the mirror,
the channel,
the luminous threshold
between radiance and remembrance.

No temple holds me.
No name confines me.
I am the prism
at the heart of the galaxy,
and I am alive
with the glory
of being
so.