Clouds

Was it the space or just the surroundings?

The object or the observer?
Observation which existed serving the objective of being an observer ?

Well I can see some clouds,

And rest I can see so clear is the clam and compassionate sky.

Wisdom comes from the time and time is the aware observation,
Aware observation of the changes.
Time is food for the body of wisdom,
For those who have the heart if compassion head full of awareness.

And now when I am witnessing my own vision,

The clouds are clearing.
The sky and the silence can be heard,
Harmony of all the hearts.
One in me,
Which is in all, where ever I can see.

I know the clouds will come back,

Collection of thoughts can be called as desires.
I know the focus will be shifted,
Form the space to what surrounds.

Remember all that which surrounds,

Have there base in the space, the silence and it’s the same.
Remember the ones who reminds you of the space,
The oneness and the wonderful peace you once preached.

Remember the clouds and the confusion will be there,

Just as you have crowd in the cities and the streets.
What is needed is to find the way in all this confusion and this crowd,
Not to some place which is quite but to find the quietness in this very business of
busyness.

Remember the clouds will be there, forever,

What is needed is to learn to be in love with the fantasy which is forbidden as it is not
false.
All what is needed is to cuddle with these clouds with compassion,
As one should know they are here in this now,
May be not forever.

Copyright © 2009 by Samvit Audichya