Tell it to the sky

Fly, fly, little one – tell it to the sky

and find comfort in the arms

of one who understands

it’s a question of perception

of reality.

The rock could be me and the sea the need of love 

to chip away relentlessly at incorrect beliefs 

or I could be the sea moulding and arranging 

the features of my soul.

Either way I’m changing, receiving, letting go, 

opening and closing like the come and go of waves 

while still remaining steadfast 

on the sand of mother earth.

But I age and shrink my bones 

like rocks pummeled by the sea 

until internal energy has no more need of flesh 

and escapes into the atmosphere 

of prepared future roles.

And the sea? That too is me avowing my stability 

though I be embroiled in the ebb and flow of life 

bringing in and taking back my innate belief 

in the permanence of love.

Fly, fly, little one – tell it to the sky

but the sky understands the laws of dualism

in force and relevant until it’s necessary

to unite and create a different perception

of reality!