Blue

Blue gray clouds outlined in pale pink hover on the horizon.

One row drifts and parts revealing a bright star.

The shimmer reminds me that night's cup has not yet emptied,

But its oozing, its slow melting, is soft and certain.

I am acting in many plays on numerous stages and time my entrances and exits with precision and harmony, finding pride in my skill.

But the roles are blurring, merging - sometimes in beauty, sometimes in chaos.

Can one person live in several parallel realities and be one soul?

I am not a single thread sown or knotted or twisted in time.

I am a tapestry weaving and being woven by bleeding Hands.

The reality of You substantiates the vapor of me.

You are the warp and woof, the frame and pattern, the craftsman and sinew.

Your glory holds the molecule of me, dust on the altar of the universe.

And I am because You are.

by: Skool