STEPPING INTO THE SKY

Two parts from the same inspiration

Stepping into the sky

Three days ago
Three clouds made stepping stones
into the sea of the sky, like lace beside me
flowing in a dance of soft warm downies buffeting my face
and through them I was cleansed and filled with grace
as suspended on the surface so divinely blue
I tried to grasp at handfulls of the hue
its tangible silky trace of moving particles a dew in air

they swirled about my fingers
serenely balanced there
each facet of each atom in harmonious rapport
with each little sweep stirred in the silver dust
a mountain top still capped with snow, so pink its glow
below me lay the sea in azure,
turquoise dancing blues and greens
a painting fit for palaces and queens

with galleons in full sail
so swift across the waves the albatross
its steady firm held wings
rising, falling, dipping, gliding on the winds
all this, why I do not know, it started
as I stepped on those three clouds, so long ago.
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Part of ALL

Stepping, falling,
sinking, melting
into the sky

I lost earth
weightless
in space unending,
suspended

upended
no longer upside down
or downside up,

subtle grey textured dust
soft and hard
were perceived
passed through me
and felt

moving in their
ordered stripes
and angles

is this the feeling
when one's conscious self
is totally absorbed

energies take over
all our mind
and flow
in their harmonious patterns

un-hindered
free
to be
just be
a part of all that is

this rhythm
revolving on
and in
this planet

in its timed cycles
joining the mathematics
of the whole

becoming and become,
becoming something else
melded

in the ever moving
universe
part of the particles
that make all things we know

part of what
mysteriously
became
what we call life.

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When I was five (1945) I had dreams, well I didn't think they were dreams, they seemed experienced in half sleep, the atoms of the universe were flowing past me in stripes and shapes of millions of tiny particles, of which I sensed myself a part, they were in subtle greys, rough and smooth textures tinted with colour, there was no horizon, no up or down, just matter going, forever going.

This I thought was an explanation of all, privately for myself, I revelled in this harmony of being, not needing to try to understand it, and to this day the thought of the perceiving of it, is something whole and special.

Nothing to do with any human religion, or lesson, or creed, or even ideas, my own total experience of feeling that THIS IS IT, at five not knowing that there could be an IT or why I should want to know what IT was, just knowing something that made me feel at that age, kind of proud to have seen beyond the mundane into the reality of myself.