The Alchemy of a Breathless Sky
I do not think the Sun begrudges the sky for letting it go each night,
but rather celebrates the way it spirals
freely in endless space.
Breathless was the sky as my heart raced on, the vistas opening before me as the world was falling apart, eroding, revealing what rigid stone held hidden. Those ancient, ancient bones. Your bones. My bones. The bones of Mother Earth herself,
all falling away.
Racing was the mind before the stillness came, breathless as the sky when the Sun stood, froze in place.
You see, the birds do not question their freedom. Why do you, yours? Let their winged love lift you, weightless as your heart, into the melting sky above the world, collapsing.
There, you’ll meet a stillness, suspended beside the sun. Its light will claim your eyes; its warmth suffuse your voice; soften your heart,
becoming powerful,
radiant.
But before you speak, your breath will vanish, and your heart will pound before you see; your stomach twist to knots before you eat.
You will go blind, and numb, and deaf. Lose all the places where you could rest.
The world is crumbling, remember?
The bones, eroding.
Remember.
And so we stand beside the sun; an unseen tension holds us near.
Its light erodes us,
the world below,
dissolves…
What do you suppose you’ll find? There, at the end of all things?
In stillness, movement is infinite.
I suppose the clouds would hold the key.
And have you asked the grasses?
The petals from the trees?
There is not anything
we could leave,
departing, as
dissolving, as
arriving,
we are free.
You will always remember,
the day you woke inside
a flowing creek, its waters
icy like the thrill of
freedom
sending gasps of breath
coursing through your soul.
Yes, my love,
The world destroyed, rebuilds.
Your suspension above
nothing less than
the alchemy of a breathless sky.
