Picture: Christ on the Lake of Gennesaret by Eugène Delacroix
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Clouds swimming fast in the sky,
Where will you take me?
To the open mouth of a river screaming loud?
To the aching limbs of fantastic doubt?
Clouds swimming fast in the sky,
What will you show me?
The skeleton of the human race?
A Chinese Buddha with his big fat face?
Clouds in the sky, screeching tires of white,
Where do you run to?
Nevermind.
For
I’m smelling the breeze on my arms,
I’m listening to the circular saw synth-waves,
I’m feeling the warmth of this body,
Through which I experience the waves.
But my essence lies on the lakebed,
From where I quietly observe the tempests of the mind.
Let them pass,
Like clouds swimming fast in the sky.
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Herons