The Nameless Star

A star twinkles far away. She – who doesn’t have a name – climbs the last step and carefully pulls herself up. Catching her breath, she gathers her knees and lets out a long sigh into the night. There is no air around. She is breathing in the light. And her eyes blink simultaneously as her chest rises with the breath. Her fingers explore the star and it feels soft. Similar perhaps to sitting on a cloud. The soft base cushions her, fitting her curves and angles as if it is made for her. As if she is a part of the star and the star is a part of her.

There is a mellow darkness around her. Remnants of the light from other stars, galaxies and universes casting a soft glow in the otherwise uninterrupted night. It is not really a night, because there is no day here. No sun rises. No sun sets. Time is still. And that mellow darkness envelops her like a warm blanket. She doesn’t have a name and if she slipped and fell from the star, she would be in the fall for eternity.

This here is forever. She lies on her back. She feels the cotton of the star. As she looks above, million stars twinkle at her. The fatigue of her travels, her journeys, disappointments and triumphs seep through her body. Every cell, every nerve of her body gradually relaxes. Her feet go first. Then her legs, her thighs and her buttocks. They slowly dissolve and fuse with the star.

Aligning herself to the rhythm in her mind, she closes her eyes. The same darkness welcomes her behind closed eyelids. She opens and she shuts. She doesn’t need a name and there is no telling if she blinks or she stares. The universe and its mellow light melt within her until her eyelids dissolve. An undisturbed stare into the forever remains. The lines, the geometry, the rules, the structure of existence fall off. The balance of the universe flows through until there is no need for distinction of shapes, sizes or identities.

Slowly, she merges with the star. Her stomach, her heart, her lips and her mind progressively turn to cotton and integrate with star. Her eyes remain. Two dark spots twinkling traveling through the universe. They see far and beyond. Sometimes they stop on your world, sometimes on mine. Their search weaves a web across the galaxies strewn across infinity. After long, their gaze stops at my continent. It seems they are searching for me.