Archetype of the stars

The backdrop is creation itself with its keynotes of consciousness in the universe. 

The greatest betrothal of the ancients and a great battle to set things off. 

Agni and Swaha, fire and its consort. Then Agni and Vala, the titan Asura made up of the minerals that would became all the precious stones of Earth. 

The Milky Way wraps itself like a sheet of shimmering cloth across the sky of its namesake Milky Way galaxy. The waters as if they fall through its twinkling star-folds from outside the universe of what is known. Mysteries of the ancient ages in the keep of cross-correcting histories. 

But like the pairing of light to its dark, and themes of liberation to its binding arc, the abyss of naught peers into the future and winds a knot in time. 

The affinity of pure opposites, reflections to its own for the other’s part. Curiosity in determination leaps of faith, a jumpstart. 

The sky heart-warms in the Great Bear. The heavenly sage Vasishta tethers the horizon to Arundati, who like the holy blue of fire, custodian and patron to the divine milch-cow of creativity guides the dark of night to map out the stars. The greatest love story to the river of time, and never the same twice in its telling tale. 

Brahma, brethren to his thoughts, churning chariots in stardust. The true north, like a star in derivation, fixed to attribute the universe its predisposition. 

Like the potions of healing, and the portions of feeling, the rest of the soul is poised for repose. In essence to its tortoise steps, its shell of spirit withstanding the wither of obscurities in constellation. 

Attuned, storyteller Narada heralds a messenger audience.