I am the Sky, open and free,
With the clouds that walk all over me
And I thought I had to please
As they made their way over me
Neither hold, neither contain
Just let them leave, move out of sight,
I can’t see my face in them anymore
I must stop searching and let them go
When I thunder, they scamper away
And I feel alone in my gaze
But when I stir,
They appear, and all is well until I start this game
Of trying to be what they want me to be.
I see my infinity, I see my vast display
I admire my completeness
That no cloud can bring
After all, every cloud I create
Now, content to be as I am,
I laugh out loud,
“I am complete! I am complete! I am complete!“
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dear and divine…… beautiful wandering……of words in silence….
sky is a canvas of timelessness where clouds of time dance…..
love all.