I talk to God but the sky is empty. Paradise lies at my feet – not exactly, but somewhere around, on the earth. Nuggets of experience build my world. The gaps between those drive me to look above myself.

If the body limits my flight, so be it. I would like to jump out of a plane, but know the end of the journey. Mortality binds me to death, but does not take away the pleasures of living. So, I choose to remain in the framework, and learn what I can.

The sky is an illusion. The sun needs to illuminate other zones. It is time for the sunflower to look elsewhere, for its own sake.

vision that rebuilds-
accepts golden dreams change to
color of sawdust
repaints the sky in colors
close to imagination

Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM