There is a world up there, changed, transitory.
On Earth, down below, I watch Her, but not as I watch the people that roam this expanse, not with the insight I often gain when I watch a person talk, the way their emotions move them, their eyes, their reactions which sometimes betray their true self; the sky…I watch her everyday, I lie on my back and note the changes: but I cannot read her, for even when a mountain of clouds gather, I cannot tell when or if we will indeed be blessed by the rainfall that the firmament bestows.
I wonder how the birds feel today! The clouds have reassumed a different shape and the sky today is changed- what was yesterday is past. How then do the birds feel, up there, in their haven where the transitory clouds can determine their life’s course?
What makes that firmament? My archway, my eyes, restrict my vision but I should be thankful! For with my eyes I see Her, but not as she truly is for she dares not betray her emotions…and as yet, I do not understand why and how She is so elusive and capricious. I am exalted by her beauty, enthralled, I am in envy of the birds that sail over land and sea, the birds that get to rub their wings against such infinite beauty! But while these lamps glow, dim and flicker oft times but peer at her in absolute awe, it’s a world of wonder I see as my eyes gently drink in her beauty…