A twinkling star.

I love getting up. In the middle of the night. Because I’m entering the conscious world again. Of course, I revere sleep. It’s refreshing. Which makes consciousness even more inviting. An opportunity to think. And to write. About the wonders of being alive. And able to understand. That I have a history. An accumulation of events and experiences. That have brought me to where I am. At this very moment. In my niche. In a vast cosmos. It’s all so incredible. Almost unbelievable. That I have knowledge of my existence. And here I am. Trying to ascertain the significance. Of this conscious and precious moment. Makes me wonder. If I’ve been here before. An infinite number of times. That I am waking in and out of life. Like the twinkling of a star.  Yes, that’s what I am tonight. A twinkling star. --Jim Broede