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SUTRA OF STARS by Taya Malakian

 This poem came to me after practicing a deep meditation…

As I meditated I really experienced the connection (or rather lack of separation) between myself, and all of creation. It was a powerful experience and fortunately this poem came through to capture it in words. 
Pictured is the author, Taya Malakain, photographed by Shawn Reeder

Sutra Of Stars 

There is a web that weaves 
the fabric of creation together

in a net that contracts and expands.

Eons pass with each inhale and each exhale.

From the tiniest fiber

to the whole of the infinite Universes,
there is no separation from the rhythmic dance
of creation.

There is a Sutra of Stars
that draws the heavens together in its spiral.

There is an orchestra amongst the atoms
so that even the most miniscule 
is a seed of the profound.

The countless threads that spin 
through every moment, every particles
like beads of a necklace,

pearls on a web.

Each strand stimulating the others,

in a cosmic cascade of energy.

The journey from here to the farthest reaches 
would take you right back to where you began.

If you pluck just one string
they all will vibrate 
with the same song. 
(This poem is by the author's poem collection of the same name, available here
Pictured is the author, Taya Malakain, photographed by Shawn Reeder.  

Taya Malakian has been a creative seeker all her life. A poet, a yogini, a painter, a student of world religions, a nature lover, a yoga teacher, a business-woman and more. She strives to be a “Medicine Woman for the Modern World” and brings all of her passion and experience to the table in everything she does. To learn more about Taya, visit her website here and view her art here.  Connect with Taya on Facebook Twitter, or send her an email: mail to: Her new book Sutra of Stars is available here. 

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