Prose for a thought about ‘worth’

I had a moment where I glimpsed my worth.

A glimpse.

The cosmos were revealed to me.

I am a star.

In this glimpse of infinity – everlasting,  I chuckled/smirked.

A cosmic smirking/chuckling because….how can a life be lived in entirety without any awareness of how worth-y {any one} I am.

It is known,  always known,  never having not been known, an essential and ordinary sleeping fact of….a life.

A fact. not able to be refuted. an IS. an I AM.

It was a glimpse, like that seizured deja vu…

It faded.


And that ffffffeeelllllinnggg was gone.


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