Omnipresence / My words from beyond

I am in the Sunlight bright,
warm assurance from a modest Star,
But while I was here
I forgot that stardust..
was what I was, it is what we all are.
I am now, the mighty Ocean,
heaving endlessly,
encompassing a restless yet quiet calm in my depths,
A haven to a multitude of life
unbeknownst to me and my presence,
never knowing what they have
till they lose it.
It's funny how similar
that is to the way
I once was,
when I was,
"A turbulent torrent beneath a seemingly perfect calm"
Rushing through life & it's worries
like a patient hurricane,
albeit in denial, for that's
in the nature of our being.
To ignore and unsee all
that that's being seen.
I am now the sky, endless and vast
but I am just the refraction of something
so vast that it is beyond comprehension,
I have no color, only space,
the color of endless void.
And on clear starry skies,
I am there to remind you,
of the grand scale of this beautiful
random phenomenon called existence,
Of which I once was a part of
and fundamentally I still am
although morphed into something else.
A perpetual background for all the stars
that shine so bright,
Fading into indigo orange in the full moon light,
Urging you to look at the scale of it all,
compared to all that was and will be, does it matter?
A shooting star's fall?
Yes, I am still here,
for that which made me,
is now a part of something other,
that too is me, the form may be different
but our essence is the same,
you'll notice should you choose to.
I understand it's painful to reminisce
the ones long gone, one's like me.
I was no one special, nothing much,
every single event that occurred,
I just let it be.
I was just an average light, not radiant
not luminescent nor flashy neon.
More like the
malfunctioning street lamp,
blinking on and off.
Akin to that plant in the flower bed
that grows but doesn't bloom,
Like the cracking paint
on the wall and
I don't judge you,
for forgetting me.
For "I" do not exist,
this is just you..
thinking yourself to be me.
Maybe in that sense,
we have
in fact become one
but the memories you hold of me
are yours alone.
My memories are now
a legacy of ash and dust
and your memories of me.
Do not be saddened
that I am no more.
I am there.. engraved, I hope,
in time and
the ways of cause & effect,
I once was and you remember me,
in your memories
and in those moments I exist
and I am real once again
living in a museum of moments, past.
Laughing, crying, hating, loving.
And in those dusty galleries,
I exist only for you.
Against the sky I've become,
Clouds of memories may drift past your mind,
Some fluffy white joyous fluff,
some grey & thunderous made of darker stuff.
Don't feel heavy,
For it all rains down
unto the Earth I've become.
silent & still,they think,
forgetting that I am forever in motion,
changing seasons,
dancing and swirling to that
modest star that I have become.
Yet I am barely ever noticed
only ever walked upon,
till they fall
and look at me face to face,
and clumsily get up, embarrassed.
It seems a sin to fall
since we learnt to walk.
We are always falling,
gravity makes sure of that.
Each one of us,
despite the hate we may harbor
within our souls,
exerts a pull on each other.
We can't feel it,
and you might not like it,
the way I once did,
but it's there,
an unavoidable
fundamental force
in our existence,
that only ever attracts.
The fallen ones are quick to get up,
shrugging off the dirt,
forgetting the essence
of the fact that we came
from a muddy, dirty womb
but that's understandable,
it was a long time ago.
Who harbors such memories?
There is no need.
Those memories are a part of your DNA.
They are your DNA.
I was encumbered by human weights,
some were worth the pain,
some too much to bear.
And the marks that time
had left against my
bare skin & mind
were a source of pride
and sorrow.
But not anymore, because now,
I am the Wind, wild & free,
blowing through the meadows,
I was once trapped and
the hurricane became me.
But now I'm once more,
what I used to be.
Since the loss of my physical form
I am no more.
That I don't exist.
To you it may seem that way.
I AM now a part of nothing
for now, I am a part of everything.
And as long as you hold me
tethered to your memories,
I shall be the Wind in your hair.
The sunlight on wintry days,
upon your skin laid bare.
I will be Ocean that accepts it all,
and without fear unto me, you can fall.
And when you are glum and down,
I am there to take away the frown,
Look up at me, the sky and
It's a joke,
you'll see.
Can you get
any bluer than me?