The Clouds of the Mind

When the clouds clear the mind gives way to pure awareness.

Beneath the clouds, the sky unfolds,
A canvas vast, its truth untold.
The mind, like mist, can twist and sway,
Yet clears when winds of thought give way.

Through shifting shapes, a light breaks through,
Revealing all that’s pure and true.
In clouds we find, both dark and bright,
The path to stillness, bathed in light.

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Talk about a Message beautifully written! Wow! :)

[Neilp]

Thank you. Your comments are inspiring!