I've been on a meditation sort of wave of being.
Just a stream of thoughts as I search for peace in the chaos.
O Cloud of Peace
There's something about clouds
I've read of them last night and this morning
In poetry, from poets writing--
One of light
One of dark
But this afternoon, as the bluest sky filled beautifully
There you were, seeing me, looking at you
And that mosquito--darting--at my window
Trying to sting my thoughts
I saw through its transparent wings
You were magnificent
And I was not afraid
For you, my cloud, remained-- even more powerful
Reaching righer into the heavens
As the chaos in the world tries to infect me
Through the window of screens in life
I sit alone in the quiet
Watching the skies for peace in knowing certainties
That the clouds hold a purposeful truth
Change will always happen
And rain will fall in its time
Here am I-- an evaporating mist
As light as air
Rising to join the others
Who cry tears for the wandering lost
We are the mass of heaviness
Weighted in the water of pain
Oh do you see the darkness!
The underbelly of this beautiful cloud
It is full with the cleansing purification
Pregnant with new life--
The fragrant morning rain.
So dance in the streets when we fall upon you
Rejoice as you bathe in these tears
Love one another in your freshness
Laugh and sing together
For these are the days of new years!
And all the clouds will continue
To sustain-- the balance and sense of the cosmos
For there is a purpose in the season of all things.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-08-20 at 02:43
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