in the stratosphere - and wondering -
why don't they join me?
i'm cruising throughout
pure potential about -
why don't they join me?
so, times go by
and i no longer want to fly
just pining to crash
amongst them.
then, i notice this Guy,
the way he strolls on by
like he's apart from the mass;
i loathe him.
who is this dipshit?
oblivious to them all
regarding them each.
what's Earth, the big Ball? -
his damned own beach?
i dislike him.
but i'm curious.
moving amongst the crowd,
neither quiet nor loud -
conspicuously nondescript.
like he's one with it.
who is this cat?
he's peace-filled and chill,
receiving, rendering no ill -
like he knows all about
what I see.
who is this - !
It's Me! It's what I see them see,
strolling about the mundanity
though I see a swath so, so broad
oh my god!
o' my lord!
a Realization sets in
and
i see my beloved kin
flying the same skies as me,
only
- to me, invisibly.
i'm thrilled - what fun!
do they know they're up here, too?
if it's true
and they do
how do i go about
getting through?
wait! what about my views?
what? - they're not profaning me?
oh, i don't know how to take this news;
we each are just what I see?
it's all Zen,
not hypocrisy;
it's all what i'm within,
but me.
take my hand, and realize where you are
flying here where freedom comes free
sharing love, allowing all to be
just what it is that each and all are
let go and arrive at this place so far from far
freefall and become
what is to come
when your body sets you free
and you can finally join we
become the ineffable
and Be.
where all there is,
is Me.
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