The ride slowly comes to end with this last excerpt from The Sky Stretches Blue. The chant that is in this piece is intended to be akin to "starlight, starbright..."

My Next Here
by Eric Franklin Crow

I stand
At an amazing threshold
Of open space.
If I go
Forward
Into this space,
I will transport
Into a catapult of air,
And make way
Through a “Big Kiss”
Where the Universe only makes love,
And Creation only lets love be made.

I close my eyes,
Point my heat to the sky
And chant:
“Wish of Will,
Wish of Light,
Wish of Fill,
Wish of Sight.”

And once this spell
Has finished uttering forth through me,
I feel a gentle hand at my back,
Pushing me into a whirlwind:

I am In my Next: This.
Here.
Now.

Aum.

©2007 Eric Franklin Crow