A Soul in the sky

The plain 
of the skies 
Carries
You
as though
Gnocchi 
Pillows
are the
vessels
To your wind

The spirit 
Seeped 
Through
The
Urn
With 
Exciting
Anticipation 
Of the power
To the
New
The
Transformation 
Of BEING 
without borders 
Or limitations
No.sadness
When truth
Is no longer
Captivated
By the scales
Of a mere
Mortal
Eyes

Enlightenment 
Still
AWaits
For those of
Us 
Who Still 
Live in
the purgatory 
Called
The
Here and Now
We cannot
Phathom
your
Peace
Your
Calmness
But 
Pops
I am listening
With
the
Ears
I have
Yet
To
Be given