2014: II

What do You see from the Cliffs of Heaven
looking out over the nine worlds?
Do you see the turning of life
and the universe’s circularity?
Do you see the microcosm in the macrocosm
and smile at patterns large and small?
Do you breathe in the cold void
and reach out into vastness?
I look at my small self
and wonder about You.

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The Ram

His eyes are the void of space.

His cloak is the windblown clouds.

His skin is the pale newness of nebulae and

his sword is sunlight.

The tides of the sea echo in his one ear.

The blue waves of the sky swell around his feet

and stars crown him.

He bleeds shadows but

from his form comes light.