Ignorant before the heavens of my Life

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder.
Oh the vastnessof the stars.
Their rising and descent.
How still.As if I didn't exist.
Do I have anyshare in this?
Have I somehow dispensed withtheir pure effect?
Does my blood's ebb and flowchange with their changes?
Let me put asideevery desire, every relationshipexcept this one,
so that my heart grows used toits farthest spaces.
Better that it livefully aware, in the terror of its stars,
thanas if protected, soothed by what is near.