The Galaxy Braided in Her Tresses: Exploring the Ephemeral Nature of Existence


 

There is a cosmic irony in our search for meaning; it seems what we seek lies just beyond us, in distant skies. Yet, the greatest truths are often hidden in the familiar—a fleeting glance or a whispered thought. In this vision, the woman is a conduit between the celestial and earthly, her tresses forming a galaxy of beauty. The poem explores identity’s paradox, suggesting life is about participation, not possession. To braid a galaxy into one’s hair is to embrace the cosmos, cradling luminous fragments.


 

Her tresses fall like rivers of night,
Threaded with fragments of dying suns,
Each strand a ribbon of ancient light,
Twisting where time unravels and runs.

The stars slip through her fingers with ease,
Flickering embers adrift in her wake,
Not captured, but cradled by subtle degrees;
A glow she nurtures, only to break.

Her gaze, though closed, spans distances vast,
Eyes that see not with sight but with soul,
For galaxies swirl in moments that pass,
And eternity hums in things not whole.

She wears the void like a diadem bright,
Crowned by chaos, she reigns in grace.
Moons nest in her hair, pale with delight,
Knowing no orbit will ever stay in place.

Each breath she takes is a silent prayer,
Not for permanence, but release.
For beauty dissolves when held unaware,
And love finds freedom through gentle peace.

Her form dissolves into whispers of air,
A fleeting presence that lingers yet fades.
Like stardust braided into her hair,
Every truth she knows quietly degrades.

She drifts where sorrow and joy entwine,
A traveler through shadows and glow.
For what is a soul but a spark divine,
Burning briefly before letting go?


 

She exists in the space between beginnings and endings, embodying the transient nature of beauty and freedom. Stars from her hair symbolize her connection to the universe, and while she briefly shelters them, she does not possess them. Her essence is a dynamic pulse of life, marking movement and change. As the last star departs, she dissolves into light and silence, signifying the cyclical nature of the universe.


 


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2 responses to “The Galaxy Braided in Her Tresses: Exploring the Ephemeral Nature of Existence”

  1. The poem transcends another level. Striving to explain the inexplicable in an analogy .

    Lessons tied subtly ,yet they get lost in the beauty of your enchanting words!

    One while reading the poem is torn between enjoying the tapestry of the language and diving deep into its meaning!

    Well done Aditya !

    We are also journeying into various dimensions with you.

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  2. Thank you. You are most generous.

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