Stars seem motionless, with no sense of time.
Randomly dispersed, without rhythm or rhyme.
Yet, constellations tell time far and near.
Hour of night and month of year....
Once I have passed,
many will think of me as past.
Those who know of timeless love,
that which emanates from above,
will not shed a tear
as I am forever here....
A picture is made of an infinite number of small dots invisible to the eye.
Inside each dot is the essence of creation.
The universe is a dot beyond imagination....
