photo credit Teresa Boardman 

I'm playing dark history. It's beyond black. I'm dealing with the dark things of the cosmos. The dark things are the unknown things. I'm dealing with the dark spirit of all nations, the part of them they know nothing about. What I'm dealing with is so vast and great that it can't be called the truth. It's above the truth. I'm dealing with the potential of people. I'm dealing with what they should be and what I see in them that isn't there but should be there. SUN RA

                     Waiting For A Spaceship 

 ...In a time prior to star shine

Before cosmic dark ages

In an epoch more than twelve

Billion years ago

A thick haze of hydrogen gas

Rose above inertia and became

The blues

Blues in the universe

Is still expanding accelerating

Faster than the speed of light

Blues of aquatic space

Like outer space has wrapped us

In legends of celestial beings

And shape-shifting amphibious deities

It was the Gulf that gave us the original

Nommo

Amphibious beings sent to Earth

From Sirius as oracles

Renowned for their knowledge

Of the heavens

Arriving in vessels along with fire

And thunder from Po Tolo

With wisdom of the Dog Star

The most critical obstacle to space

Travel and Aquaboogie is gravity

Gravity keeps us from rising

Or diving beneath our limitations

We might be living

In knots or curves in space swirling

Around openings to a black hole

Whistling music while warped

And dragged along by the edges of

A spiraling worm hole

Weight and function hold us

Earth bound

Blues is our infinity of

Shades

Hues and dimensions

Space is the blues

Blacks

Purples

Yellows

Whites

Bright lights

Black holes

Starry pits in bottomless sky

Eternity simply goes on...

And we go on within it as if

We have no choice

As if falling

Toward the top was ascension

We have options to stop

Making sense and cents

Dollars and other peoples realities

What if a mathematical blunder

By Einstein turns out

To be correct after all

We can make a new world

On the other side of the universe

With no flags or nationalities

And live free there

Space is the case

Race

Face of existence

Calculating the distance between

Here and everywhere

Is an endless occupation

With no retirement plan

Immortality is an eternal journey

To and from ourself 

Becoming other dimensions

Of perpetuity

We are waiting for transportation

To another realm

Waiting to integrate

Into vast unknown regions

Of colors of desires

Every set of lights in the distance

Is a mirage when in May

It’s twenty degrees at midnight

And we’re standing on a platform

Waiting for a spaceship

We’re standing on an edge of

A chilly eon waiting for rebirth

At the Ankh of a cosmic overflow

On this corner there is no fear

Of death only knowledge

Of becoming again

What we were again and moving on

If after midnight the ship has not docked

We will be stranded in an obsidian hole

Waiting for the next one

Tonight is this morning

Glimpses into tomorrow

Look like the beginning of time  

There is no distance

No separation

Amalgamation is a solar system

And divine influence is  

A conduit for self-knowledge

Freedom fighters become

Expatriates by working out

Of gravity and constrictions

Space travel is moving against

Gravity to get to where we’ve been

So we can orbit through the cosmos

To where we need to be