Clouds like home

am
I flying? no,
falling, at the mercy
of another power, gravity,
from heaven, what
awaits me below?
I am not alone,
all


around
there is falling,
it started when it got
cooler, perhaps, but
no sense in speculating
about the cause,
I fall in any
case,




then
suddenly a
strange vision, I am
sure that I am falling,
not ascending,
but down
there,








among
green and dark,
there is a deep blue
with clouds
like home,
closer,
splash, I don’t know how to describe this,
ocean union, nonentity identity, I loose myself, I find myself, again


I am
separated from
this self, that self, again
I guess, I but also
not I,


rise
through light,
heat, enlightened
perhaps, to heaven,
again,


and
the air around
is not alien, in me, us,
as well there is
breath,


and
some of me,
us, is left behind,
down there,
perhaps


I, we,
came from below,
not above, or I, we, just
don't know, am I
flying?