Open Skies Of Possibilities

What thoughts transcend the self,

Flighted sentiments

That leaves our petty considerations

And find meaning in themselves,

Within the open skies of possibility,

In the vast expanse of evolving cloud,

To shout out loud I am free,

Free from the sharp-cornered boxes

Within which they fester.

Yet thoughts gave freedom, fly,

Soar into the endless blue sky

And in time will manifest,

Grow and be nurtured

By an omniscient mind,

And as pure as a thought can be,

Bless life and its worth,

As it on earth is birthed

And becomes a truth in time.

The self is a manipulator,

And it clouds perfection by attachment,

Yet when we learn to allow thoughts freedom,

They, unattached, turn dreams into reality,

And we in their glory see we are a part,

Yet in humility, not their heart alone,

And we may feel the gratitude,

And in reverence seek reality,

To appreciate life’s intimate truths...