Starship

They call themselves scientists
They  probe a cigar-shaped "asteroid" with a radio telescope.
Then they say:
"There's no life there,
but we found carbon on the surface,
and there's the ice under it".
They guess we'll buy it as usual, easily.
They're used to the general public being a crowd of monkeys,
interested only in the celebrities' genitals,
and therefore it is not necessary to strain especially,
to invent the next version,
like artifacts sticking out of a log in the eye,
fit into the plastic picture of the world:
with crazy presidents, pop stars, Nobel laureates,
Pope Francis and the Patriarch of Moscow,
with the Axis of Evil, bitcoins and Elon Musk.

He arrived from somewhere.
One can only guess with what mission.
But I, for some reason, believe that this is also a Sign.
Message to the Sun from another star.
Did they notice human beings?
I think so.
It's so easy to detect that funny probing, isn't it?
Was there a contact with them?
Maybe yes maybe not.
We'll find out very soon.
I hope.

I plunge into the whirlpool of my thought-forms,
being in a state of deep rest.
You can call it trance or meditation.
It'll not change anything.
I'll take you with me.
You just no need to resist.
Drink a glass of plain water,
a cup of green tea
or a glass of red wine.
Listen to the whispers of space:
"There's really no time.
It's an illusion.
It's a game."
We love life while loving,
while drinking heavenly nectar,
while listening to the Devine Music,
while feeling Gods inside our hearts.

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© Valentin Luchenko, 2020