Sky Poem

music wafts in air invisible

dancing flowing unthinking

heart expands into space

boundaries fade to perception

wisdom shows as phenomena

questions disappear...

in the middle of things is where

we always begin, which proves

eternity...endless bookends to

this brief encounter we feel 

is such a big deal...

we are in space, pervaded by 

space, little more than space

with an attitude...

Our mother? The sky. Father?

A case of mistaken identity.