Clouds of Being

Clouds of being, swirling free and easy on a breeze
in chaotic swells of pure and utter being
coloring the atmosphere with pastel hues
of beauty ever being born again

Air sparkling with sun and moonlit majesty
falling into whispered echoes of sublimity
for mind is turning inside out
and offering itself to thee now bared

Surreal, these moments uttering inclarity
indefinitely compromising all I used to be
as a poem of air and sweet divinity
pours down around a million faces

Breathing in and out, this life we live
sharing, oh so deeply, in the who and what
of what we are that we become enabled
to achieve a state of balanced inconsistency

Big and strong, yet utterly wrong
grasping power with a mighty shout
that moves us out of time and space
into realms of cloudy forms of creativity

where angels roam, so far from home
they fly in never-ending circles
fearing to touch down lest they be found
encased within those walls of seeming sanity

yet flying free into the future of it all
gliding on undying currents of a wave
itself no more than symbols forming mistily
within a dreamlike state that speaks

in words of magic-making ecstasy
where matter adheres to itself in a whirl
of devilish divinity that dives into reality
releasing what was ever meant to be

in clouds of being, swirling free and easy on a breeze
chaotically, they swell in orbs of pure and utter being
coloring the atmosphere with pastel hues
of beauty being born again through thee

?Michaelette?

1/17/2001
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