Look Up!


The sky is cloudy
The trees-
Bare

Mist
Hangs heavy-
Pregnant and perched
In crisp grey air
Dew drops
         Dangle,
From nude
             Bronze branches
The surroundings,
Are gloomy
But-
The ground promises 
New Life!

Bright little buds
Bursting!
Yellow sun
Seeping
Through blood of optimism-
Green blades
Rising
In Hearts of Hope!

~ Centered Deep ~

In time and rhythm
Spreading ~
Tiny blooms of violet hues and pansy smiles

I look up
To the grey sullen sky
Cast in cloudy-pale lackluster
In the evaporation
Of isolation,
I contemplate~
The transformations of this world- -
Its molten raven tempers!
Against-
Blue... Phlegmatic... Phases...

Its fruitless tapestries 
~ Exposed ~
Against
Explosions of fertility!
     
Its death-
Rebirth-
Its Courage-
              To survive!

It is an innate knowing,
A willingness-
To Live!

Look Up
Is it just the sky…
Or are we viewing what lies behind the eyes echo?

Is it just the sky…
Or are we viewing the pits and falls,
The trials and triumphs of human ways?

Is it just the sky…
Or are we looking into the lens
Into the soul-
Of something greater
Yet,
That which we aspire to be?

To Become-

Look Up
Is it really just the sky...?

I think-
I feel-
I stand here

Now-
In This Moment,

                   - Suspended -

Silent
Still-
Carried high,

                    Higher,

                             Highest,


                   Within the force of life!


I know-
It’s not just the sky… 

          

I know



I AM






Jennifer Circosta, 2013

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