evaporative is heaven 5/27/19

it seems like life is 

only snowflake to avalanche

yet I live for melt, stream to river, 

on to ocean, 

evaporation into cloud 

and the journey as a whole.

human existence seems winterized.

I mostly wanted the evaporative state,

the magic of ascension.

I know that gravity 

is the prominent religion

and that flow, in many forms, 

is sacred.

but I wanted the immaterial faceless state

where-by the collective moves on as one.

I wanted this subtle anointment of passage

from liquid to vapor to sky.

I get tired of the heavy handed viscosity,

the constant jostling 

of shoulder to shoulder conditions,

the burdensome ride-alongs in liquid 

that travel-with, 

the carry-ons and the floats, 

from here to there,

even the earth blanketing over my head.

I don't much care not for that either.

snowflake to avalanche is spectacular

it is hard-fought then into spectacular torrents

that chorus in their free-fall.

but I am drawn to the evaporative as mystical,

the quintessential, 

with its vapor eyes.

thermals are my angels upon me.

heaven-sent, returning me to the light.

where upon I will wander, 

on a soul journey

yet once again to serve.

then you will know me as snow.

eventually avalanche will come with passion.

we will all have tears

in both joy and sadness.

but I will leave for the mystical once again.

I will take the purity of your heart with me.

as I become one with the sky above

and within the spirit of your subtlety of sight 

and the sacredness of your knowing . . .