Never was there question
about how the Sky came to be
for the teachings on children
had no room for doubt,
even when sheep became game
and the shepherds had no sheep
and skin unravelled, fast removed;
still no room for doubt when,
they took to the Sky
and confronted the blockage
that made the heavens.
Not a scratch
---just ribs blue, paint.
I await you on the other side.
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
