Star-fires child, bright and ever-burning, your fire streaks through the firmament as a constellation of it’s own. Your own sacred beauty, a thing of permanence and steady joy. A celebration of the nomads which follow your progress, their every step guided by the mysterious light that you cast.

Oh mysteries, the challenges that we find seeping through the darkness of our world, only hinted at the the shadows you cast. Yes you too have shadows. Shadows that are dark and terrifying. Shadows that cast into darkness the beauty of those nomadic souls as each dark phase passes across the sky. The demons hunt in that darkness, and your own fiery strikes can not hunt them down, for they are too quick and fierce.

No, your shadows are not things of ferocity. They are not enemies or demons to do combat with, but insidious serpents who slither in between the moments of brightness. No, your instants of attention can not banish these unconquered foes, and so they will haunt you, stalking your every moment with a patience you do not wish to posses. They wait to strike and do so, pushing you out of orbit as if it was merely the gravity of a nearby star that has drawn you. And so you journey in a new direction, always wondering what would have come of the strand of fire you were following moments ago, years ago, ages ago.

You must discipline yourself to patience oh child of the stars, whose icy tail reaches behind you as a shining legacy of your presence, affecting all around you. Your icy memories are refracting glimmers of your fire, but that prismatic glory is so faint compared to the light your nomads beg to see of you. Their souls are caught in your wake, and they gather each sparkle of light to themselves, precious as the very breath which gives them life; and yet they yearn for more. But your shadows hunt them, and they huddle around the fires they can conjure from what you do give, praying that the flames they harbor will be enough to protect them from what stalks their night.

You must discipline yourself to patience, my streaking ball of ice; you must learn to out wait your shadows. You must deny their force until it is they, and not you who lacks the patience to endure the course. You must be still and silent until your shadows attempt to force you to move again, because then their clever hands will not go un-noticed, and you might conquer them each in turn.

You must discipline yourself to patience, as even the day-star has found his place of stillness and nurtured life. You can not create from ever-present motion, but only from the quiet of the void. The wanderers who stalk your tail, yearning ever more deeply for the warmth of your own starlight, and yet you run always in motion, giving them the barest touch of your love, enough so that they will follow you always, but never enough that they might truly live. And you look behind you, gazing upon the magnificence of your trail, and the number of your followers and you rejoice in their love of you, never knowing that their patience is growing short.

You must discipline yourself to patience oh celestial being of the ancient music of the spheres of the void and cauldron. You must quiet your expansion and forgo your motion. You must stop seeking for the sake of seeking; and gather your glorious tail to yourself in the stillness of space; and you must wait until waiting is filled and the fire blossoms in your heart in earnest, filling you with the love of your nomads that you can no longer deny.

Then star child, only then, will you find the peace you don’t know you are seeking. Sit quietly. Do not sing your music merely to admire it, but where it will be heard, and where the hearing of it will be purposeful and creative. Sit quietly, and listen to the spheres that sing around you. Understand their song. Understand how your melody and harmony can complement those spheres. Sit quietly, and keep sitting until you understand patience. When you understand patience, you will no longer need to sing, because your song will be called forth from you by the very stillness you have been seeking to know. In this, is the key to your wisdom.