Sunday, 24 February 2013

The sky and the clouds

Clouds cross horizons like our thoughts:
Fleeting, passing, impermanent
How long can we fixate a gaze
on a compelling distraction
until we notice new clouds come?

The sky is like our consciousness 
So vast, clear, and pure it's
Canvas seems naked to the eye
Yet it frames pure potential 
Patiently watching the brushstrokes

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