Lessons of the Sky

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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