The eye of the sky

How did the cloud come to be?
Why is it like this?
Why is it like that?
Why do I say why?
Who says why?
The sky is perfect and untroubled by this.
Be as the sky my friend, for we art that.
The clouds are no more than a thread,
a small thread in the eye of the sky.
Be not fooled into believing
to be what you are not.
Many clouds would have us believe
in their eternal nature.
follow me and I'll set you free
but they are just whispers in the wind.
Making promises,making sin.
An oasis in our mind
eastern promises
western dreams.
The sky knows
all that comes all that has been.
Stay clear my friends.


eliberocelta @ El Torcal abril 18

a reply to: ancientthunder

reflection is beyond the monkeys reach but grasp is always in "hand or foot" not knowing either as anything but neither hand nor foot. Putting them to use is something bipeds do; reflecting on that use... once known is where taking things for granted lay.