my religion lies in the stories from the clouds

[saw]

I could hear a distant celestial harp
sweet as sugar baby watermelon in late july
background music for an astral video
and I felt like the only member in church

there on the roof

a man looking up to hear a longed-for melody
the cosmic reinforcement of a baby's smile
a tune customized for his aching desires
a lilting voice to tune his chakras to blush

single-mindedness
what a fine phrase, long as the miles
you traveled to get there
single-mindedness is the focus I needed

there on the roof

the antidote to a man's hands tied in sailor's knots
his mind slipping all the moorings
revealing a tarn of contentment, a lunar lake...
a religion of one....a parable of personal truth

high as a disappearing raptor
true as an eagle's eye
swift as a falcon's confession
deep as an osprey's dive

there...............................on the roof

[Doreen Peri]

Stunning poetry! ... You get better and better!

(There's a greeting for you in Discussions forum, btw) ♥

[saw]

Thanx so much Doreen.....appreciate your comment and greeting......you are a dear friend

[WIREMAN]

Like that old earth wind & fire tune..... Keep your head to the sky......

[mnaz]

Love this roofyism. The title reminds me of Hopi beliefs-- we become clouds after we die, and share our life-giving navala (rain) with our living kin...

Tis true, the cathedrals and holy places of nature are the most powerful.

[leafsailors ghost]

Down that echo canyon Arizona lost hobo camp
would be the same church I was attending
it was a good sermon by the sky
as was the knowing why
because it is

your poem rings like a bell,much apreciated

[sasha]

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previously posted at that other site, but apropos for this thread....

[creativesoul]

[list=][/list]ah an how we prepare ourselves
For the thunderous ritual
Of cloud like Gods

I would very much be happy to
Meet your crew

[the mingo]

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