~ The Sky Is My Beloved ~

The Sky is my Beloved And I am the paint upon his canvas His brushstrokes birth me as clouds That dance across the pure infinite blue Of his never-ending being

In his vastness, I am free My etheric body moves tenderly In subtle wisps and billowing plumes I play a visual symphony For my Beloved

And in his formlessness And my ever-changing form We merge

Some days I fill the entirety of his presence With my passionate display Hue upon harmonic hue of colour Melting the hearts of photographers Other days I am no-thing Deciding not to manifest at all

Residing in the eternal ebb Of the perpetual flow Of the energy of creation I change form to appear as The kiss of gentle rain The morning dew The waterfall The river The ocean I am all of these, yet my essence Is cradled in the embrace of eternity

He smiles at me, like an old sage When I play my colourful games Emblazoned across his omnipresent expanse He holds me, weightless, in his embrace

Darkness does not part us For we are present still Lamenting upon the great longing The day has for the night As the sun cannot meet the moon Each is intricately bound Intertwined within their orbiting cycles Of such splendour and beauty Yet her cool silver cannot dance In the golden warmth of his rays Oh, the agony of lovers

My Beloved watches in quiet observation My tears that fall to join the ever moving wave of the ocean He weaves his presence around mine And the momentary pain of my form is engulfed by his formlessness

He invites me to flow through him uncontained Infinity beckons and I awaken to behold That no longer am I his Beloved clouds Eternal space is realized in my moment of surrender Existing as no-thing we are the unity of all life The great expanse of Everything are we And the cosmic song sings, We are One We are One Beloved

-Amata Natasha Goldie © 2009 – All rights reserved.