| What do clouds tell of what lies beneath?
What of clouds above clouds? |
| Mist rivers writhe between smoke reefs;
Reveal nothing. Rainbows are of this, yet no rainbows form. All is shades; hues of white; Smoothed and roughed - the touch of wind. |
| They play at the elements:
Blazing Fire; Dancing Air; Placid Water; Tired Earth; All are there, 'til, dreamlike, True River glints through, Banks - solid, as only dreamt above. But in dreaming, no less real. |
| What do clouds tell of what lies beneath?
What of clouds above clouds? |
| The real;
The true; The yearning; The Spirit. |
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