What do others see when they look at the sky?
I see many things when I look at the sky.
Like billowy clouds that float like dreams by the one who can imagine it so.
And like animals. Like dragons and lions and bunnies.
I see stars and the moon at its full. In a sky so brilliant no one can’t even touch capturing it face to face.
I also see that I am small when I look at the sky. I am a dot, on a dot that hangs in a viscous Galaxy, with no string holding us here.
I see how vulnerable we really are to this planet, this galaxy.
I see shooting stars and Milky Way.
And as I sit in my place of peace. I wonder. What others see. And I imagine what it must be like to:
See the borialous, the sun set from Mount Everest. What a meteor shower looks like In Alaska?
I also wonder who looks at such a beautiful vast sky, and feels fear? I do. I wonder what they would tell me about their sky?
Would they cry? Or yell about it? Would they run from it? Such a beautiful sky?
I wonder also what the sky feels when bombs and such are flung through her with no regard to her balance?
I wonder if she scratches her head at us?
Flying here. Cell phone there. Horn, music, train, bomb, automobile.
I sit and listen to the cars cloud out the natural sounds. As I write this.
And I wonder if people who’s sky are dark and bloody. I wonder. Does this affect their perspection of such a beautiful sky?
Do they forever VEIW it as scared, bad, or useless?
And I wonder. Do we even care?
Thank you for diving deep with me today.
I pray this food for thought will go Forth and edify your mind with food for its thoughts.