Little puffs of cloud
If front of yonder mount In the morning stun and set my heart at ease Some sense of calm that sight doth appease One moments pause to stop and be awed Fresh eyes look at the skies of clear blue but for a clever cloud or two that follow and shift in and out of view. But wait What my cue?! Back to action Back to work Back to making all this seem of worth Thank you morning sight for setting my mind right For clearing the for from my gaze In this little moment some Zen wakes up from dormant and my heart is open Like a door to another reality where love has set me free Tell me why this cannot be! I demand and explanation from those who claim this life is naught but pain when the mountain does sit and the clouds do drift and the universe shifts Why can't we Make love reality? That's the truth that I see This clear morning So visibly
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