The stars, Josephine has on her sky, watching her thoughts and her feelings, even the ones she does not even know yet. If she is quiet and pay attention she will discover that they all smile at her, gently and lovingly sympathetic. If she smiles back in her quiet mind, they offer her new perspectives. And there are no limits.
She creates star pictures by drawing lines from star to star, but it’s actually a little carelessly, because it pushes the door slightly to what they whisper. And the clearer she perseives her constructed images, and the names she gives them, the more blurred is her hearing for their poetry.
Urania’s dress is so beautiful, but Josephine can only see it if she erases her lines out again and rebirth the stars without naming them. She should not create anything extra, because it’s already invented, otherwise she cuts them just down to her own size in her own mind, and this there is no future in.
Urania looking at the sky while Josephine is looking at a corner of Urania’s star embroidered dress. It is her starry right now. And Urania arranged the stars so that they can fine-tune Josephine’s mind-compass needle in again.
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