I swallowed the Sky (One I’m working on slowly and rockingly)
I sat there as a boy on my kid stoned patio and just watched it all-i saw moon, stars, stone and my own skin’s reflection,and chose to connect them all into song. Even back then. Beauty and identity were my favorite unsolved complex compound words. We were in tandem back then-the Sky and I. Everything i saw well, i knew by name. Love’s unbroken lens is like that. Still is. I was on my grandfather-hand made red rocking horseand trying to corral it all. To corral the sky is a kid’s dream i had.Even then, i knew starswere meant to be imprintedon our skin. That heaven and earth talked clearly,That life is incarnate, at least. Meant to be lived and loved.That all people were lovers by the end. Stones and moss were also included in my childhood dialogue with Sky. Nothing is meant to be left out of our story. I had no idea that the sky would come inside useventually. But it did. Eventually, that isi swallowed the Sky. We all eventually ingest the Torah. As wiser ones said.But it takes time, and gazing at the Sky for a longwhile as kids, rocking and looking upwards.