philosophers of the sky

all lakes and ponds 

are philosophers of the sky.

they have been there, 

but can't quite remember clearly.

theirs is, a want to go back,

but the hustle of current circumstance

makes that endeavor a slow process,

of less than obvious means.

until that eventually happens,

there is reflection

and silent commentary 

of inner thoughts and feelings.

there is a sense of fluidity,

that words can not articulate,

as if love is in the air,

but heartfelt is in the body of work,

now presenting.

so much of journey to the sky

is senseless in the daily habits and tasks.

it's a longing and an intimacy of readiness,

a chance to face one's maker,

and an ascend.

everyone singularly enters and departs,

as their own intention and response.

imagine, to be born as replenishment

and to depart in luminous presence.

having a blessed and nourishing life

is their philosophy of wellness.

where most of their consciousness 

takes on the relevancy of the surround,

the hearsay of human usage,

the travels overland 

and other times underground.

all, with one essential thought in mind.

sky me to the world

and let the days and nights serenade me.

for I am the want of soul, set free

and less the servant of gravity, 

as duty . . .