Down above

You need weights holding you down
To not sink into the ground and disappear,
And balloons full of joy and laughter
To keep you from drifting on a breeze.
It’s a special kind of hell
To be so free, so unfettered,
That you see the bottom of the earth
When lying in your bed, looking for stars.
You’d think not knowing between
Up and down is terrifying. And it is.
But you learn the rules after a while
And discover you were better off not knowing
That the lowest pit of hell
Is so far above you that
Your neck starts to hurt
If you stare at it for too long.
And the floor isn’t any better,
The gilded staircase of heaven
Hanging just out of reach,
A jump too big to clear the gap.
The place between the corners of the rhombus
Is the most perplexing like that,
Collapsing space in a tight spiral
That brings the extremes together.
I guess you can only start crawling now
Until you get some distance
And can change your perspective again.
You might not get out the right side,
In that happy, peaceful place of rest,
But there’s always the long road around
That gets you there in the end.
Just start from the bottom –
It’s straight down above from here.

From Earth To Sky

We chase the wind and hide in ground,
Chase hope but hide from light and sound.
Ideas run and thoughts subside.
It wouldn’t stay, reason or pride.
Who could hope to get humanity,
Wide, complex, full of vanity?
We’re earth, and mud, and dust combined,
But washed by rain, as heaven cried.
We cast the eyes to hights above,
To hawk and sparrow and to dove.
From our sandy shell of life
We watch the sky to come alive.
And from the rocky edge inside
We see another sky in hide.
This is the wonder of the world,
How beauty can be so much swirled,
Perfection holding its mistakes,
Hiding within as it awakes.
It’s always two parts of a whole:
The sins to darken us like coal
Yet the hope of light and growth,
Mingling good and bad in both.
We are the ones to hold it all,
Gods, while birds to fall.

A thousand steps

The sinners, and errers, and Devil himself,
The ones among which I’m finding myself,
Would they ever want to reach back the sky,
Would have to do nothing more than to try.
For between Heaven and Earth is no hex,
But only a thousand of gold-woven steps.

On this spiraled walk I’ve been on my own,
My bones having thinned as the gale had blown,
My skin being scourched by too strong a sun,
My mind having dimmed as I saw all but none.
I’ve staggered in blood and slipped over limb,
And had my whole soul filled with great grim.

I’ve paid every price on my every sin,
I learnt much of pain and more of chagrin.
I should have dispaired, but I held on so tight,
And it’s all been worth, cause I’ve won the fight.
After such struggle, I’m now all but done,
I’m left still to mount just one thousand one.