A Place Above the Clouds

I'd like to share with you my newest poem, which I finished last week, but wanted to spend some time away from before sharing - for that “fresh eyes” effect. I'm sure you can relate...

It is dedicated to all the weary travelers out there - which many of us are these days, for various reasons. Continuing to wander on, as much as the ongoing pandemic will allow us to. It’s also written from a spiritual place of forward-focused hope and passionate curiosity - that drive to consistently seek and learn more, even though the static proves deafeningly loud on a regular basis. This drive will keep us on the path of living fervently and un-apologetically for others. To all my travelers out there, navigating the path of Equity & Liberty for All: This one is for You. For Us.

You are appreciated. ONWARD...

☮️⚖️💟

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A Place Above the Clouds

There’s a place above the clouds

where everything looks like freedom

Freedom ringing clear

As far as the ear can hear

As freedom dances on the breeze

It wraps you sweetly in its peaceful squeeze

A peace you have not known since your creation

Your time in the womb

Heartbeat finding its tune for the first time

Before you laid your newborn eyes on any thing

A first home, housing innocence in its purest form -

Before everything blows up.

So now I cast my eyes upon

This place above the clouds

Mouth agape, gazing at its innocent glory

Longing once again for that sublime quiet

The steady breathing hum

Of unconditional belonging

Churning forth brand new life

Crying fiercely for freedom

All the while, this place above the clouds

Beckons us back home

It promises to love us as we are

To teach us how to love ourselves again

Love one an-Other again,

Unconditionally.

See, This home is where the heart is

Cause it ain’t down here no more

No, not when we’d rather hurt

One an-Other than be Free

No, this ain’t a piece about Heaven—

Far from it

But we ain’t that far from it

This place above the clouds

And yet we still need machines to get there

Cause we’ve forgotten how to fly

No this flightless bird will never change

But Don’t you take these broken wings from me

I will keep em, if you please...

to remember what I used to be

Before a true love dreamed up me

Before the construct of time began

Humanity’s first footsteps on the sand

When each and every one of us

Was Free... For a time

But, back before this time construct began

We were free to form stars

Not construct prison bars

And build border walls -

The better to tear you down with,

My dear

Oh dear god

Let us build stars again

BE stars again

In this place above the clouds

Where each and every one of Us is

Free. ✨

~ OB.