Massive clouds

the dream of rains. 

A window opens.

The window of expectancy.

Far from here

a horizon hints, you know not

there is life 

where a day begins. 

Awareness too is a horizon

of multiple dawns and clouds,

they dance and sing

Give me wings

This window and the sky

are ever enacting

shifting shapes,

eternal partners 

of the dance of days and nights,

the birds coming and going

and coming again.

No space for sadness.

It's all a part of God's dream.

@5-11-2021

Image:Interview with Mitchell Johnson- Painting Perceptions