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Upon my eyes, opening for the day,
With the sun, exploding into my room,
At first, I could not focus …
Until I perceived a beautiful passing cloud, floating in the sky.
Its multi-colours took my fancy and I pondered:
‘Would it be possible for me to sleep for an entire night
Upon the welcoming pillows of this wondrous sight?’

So many things came into my mind: I was transfixed.
The cloud continued its path in the vault of heaven.
I opined: ‘The colours of the cloud become it so well!’
I closed my eyes, dreaming of my body, floating in the sky,
A headless apparition as the cloud truly was,
Looking down upon the earth from its base, floating aimlessly,
One might think: ‘Would it not to be wonderful if one could fly!’

With eyes still closed, I pondered of having that which I had not.
Surmised of many things, concluding: ‘What could be better: Is more enough?’
The truth, then, appeared, even with eyes still closed:
‘Are earthly things really important, compared with the pure innocent love of a child?’
A child begs its loving mother for a goodnight kiss,
And, then, come morning, is awakened with that important remembrance’s bliss.
Then, I knew: ‘Life is to love for the sake of loving and for giving … and, always, forgiving.’

And, then, the passing cloud seemed to be no more!
Shocked! What had happened to that beauteous image in the sky?
Why was it that the cloud had suddenly ceased to be?
The realisation then came to me: I was no longer asleep!
Awakened! The thought forced me to understand: ‘Life is not a passing cloud.’
It is a body, given life, to walk from birth,
Until time determines to sleep, forever, within this earth.