Beginnings
I rode a star to catch a cloud,
which told me, how the sky was made.
The magic wand that birthed it, sang it into being;
each note, danced it into place.
From one lone star, there arose Gaia’s precious face;
her fertile womb, delivered me, into life’s embrace.
Miraculous are the heavens; the siblings of her kind;
how they swirl and twirl; a square dance, in the never ending sky.
When I gaze upon them; telescoping eye does find,
that these celestial wonders, enjoy watching my own kind.
The faces looking back at me; I feel within my chest;
are no less special than I am; we’re all Gods personal best.
Now you may think that stars, are much different than we folk,
but upon you is the greatest, of all the cosmic jokes.
All of life is energy; the planets are no less.
Like us, they were all thought into being; just made manifest.
The breath of God, is in us all; plant, animal and rock.
There is no such thing as time; no ticking, cosmic clock.
Perception’s an adventure; whatever you perceive;
be sure your mind stays open and miracles, you will see.
Just leap upon a star and ride; it can take you anywhere.
Infinity is wondrous; you’ll forget all your cares.
Come taste of the ambrosia and satisfy your nose,
with scents of sapphire and ruby; your senses will be transposed!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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