Somewhere a young girl is looking up and sees a sky elk
in the stars.

Next to the elk is a grove.

And next to the grove is a family of trees.

This is all happening inside the inner skull of the Creator
that is the sky.

The stars twinkle and burn brighter or lighter
to express themselves.

And we watch their star light communicate, and light up
other parts of the sky world.

Because we have this beautiful vantage-balcony of the sky
from here on the earth.

And we know the elk, and the grove, and the trees made of stars are alive just like us.
And they have their own lives to live and things to care for.

They have their own things that make them laugh and that make them cry,
and their own way of singing and dancing.

So tonight we look for the elk, and send our thoughts, which are words without sound
that carry massive amounts of energy and meaning up into the air.

And those thoughts travel to the antlers of the elk, walk down the antlers,
and ask for permission to enter the ear of the elk.

And if the stars that are the antlers light up, it means
the elk has given permission to the ears to listen.

So you and the girl are now both telling the elk, that you see next to it a beautiful grove, and beyond that grove is a family of trees.

You tell it in your own way—
and the two tellings complement one another.

That’s when all the stars that are the elk-body begin to light up and shimmer.
And the hair across the elk’s back feels warm and good.

Because what you conveyed connects the unspoken worlds
of the sky and the earth.

Because the Sky and the Earth are lovers
from two different places.

And the elk may agree to watch over you and your people
for the next season of time, as it walks across the sky.

And the elk asks to sing to you a song.

And do you hear the elk make this ask?

And the song is about what was told to the elk
from the other side of the universe, from another faraway vantage point.

And from there, the same stars align differently
so that the family of trees is in the foreground,
and behind the trees is a grove,
and behind the grove are the eyes of the elk.

And everything lives inside the thing before it,
from this point of view.

And this is the same song the elk sings
that traveled safely through those things.

It’s in the air now.

Making its way to you.