Are we loftily lifted up on the clouds?
Or is the sun always this bright?
A quiet morning, meditation in the now.
We are the clouds, being pierced by the great Light.
Rising up above all the earthly distinctions,
A shift in perspective results in much improved sight.
No breeze shuffles in to move us, so we think right here.
In a moment such as this, we can truly delight.
A heart less full of self, emptied out, flowing
Outwardly as a giving source like a river, with all our might.