Thoughts, Like Clouds
Remember how, when you were a kid, you’d stretch out in the grass watching the clouds and see a whole menagerie cavorting across the sky? Remember how the fire-breathing dragon would morph into a unicorn or bear?
Oh! The stories that could fill the sky on a summer afternoon!
Funny how it’s always the clouds that catch our gaze, and not the endless blue on which they float, isn’t it? How we learn to see the figures and not the infinitely deep and mysterious ground behind them?
(Beyond the clouds,
Beneath the notes,
Between the breaths,
The infinitely deep
and joyous Mystery.)
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