To be deemed so to move in motion forward like time that is paced upon the undulations of the natural flow that grows by measures so true as to be pure within the wellsprings from below, so heaven rejuvenates in spite of so much pain that we grew from the moments before, then yet now poised before perfection Like glow of a mountain at sunrise after a night of cold freezing so cold he said that morning when I recalled that yesterday I was frozen in a town But when the sun rose then so softly and delicately the beam casted onto my face like a torrent of warmth It was just a beam.
That night I had a nightmare or the best dream of my life of peace and calm and absolute silence bestowed by the cold And was nothing for I knew the sun was going to rise but in a few hours' time.
There was a shoulder bag and it was light and heavy Light with the thoughts of a thousand years the cosmic ion on which we ride the ride of our lives Drifting through space so vast I was recalled for a moment Hovering beside the Earth but so far away I looked down and up yet here I still stood but I was already away I knew the Earth and knew not space Somewhere beyond was a moon the sister to the Earth and she hid behind the veil of darkness that only screamed silently that life was not its own but here now I suspend like a tin can in space just drifting yet Completely still. I could not for the moment recall my life for my vision beheld the blue globe that did not glow green though I could see green but it was no like the pictures they sent from the telescope It was a globe of indefinite boundaries Like emanation that spoke kindly of birds and flowers and make of infinite variation Though I saw not God nor did I see myself I knew in being we are in being Here now I looked down again and still could not see the ground I cast my eyes up and could see no skyFor here I Am still in being despite so far away.
Another night years later I had a dream in slumber that was passed to me in a message My papa said look here it is through this window that opened is the space that is nothing but I looked again I saw All I can't recall if courage walked me through the portal magically open but already was I there.
He was or is still a Man of Space. We are Humans of Frontier We shall take with us nothing in particular just hte precious belongings and all the memories the cargo could carry so the New shall be seeded with the old and memories well will always project the trajectory by instruments of our make that our ancestors have left to us by their devise and their intention so that we too shall devise that of our own to chart our paths to go beyond to leave behind yet remember All and all Shall we advance upon the Will of all who see us take leave But only shall we plan Towards the Future he always said because we knew from our own memories the paths of our ancestors The Makers The Creators The Architects The Composers The Artist The Philosopher and So Many more We all came we Did do so now we recall.
No comments:
Post a Comment