Thought
Rain filled clouds quite suddenly,
Appear encircled by the wind,
And just as quickly they are gone,
Blown far away by nature’s breath.
This drama that our Mother plays
Delights pure mind and lifts the heart,
Of those whose delicate senses see
Changes on the Great Light Screen
Solid background changing not,
Contrasts with all the changes got.
Gleefully clap your hands and dance,
As curling rising shapes entrance.
Prayer
O Lord thank you for appearing in many forms, so that I may worship Thee. Please grant us the purity of mind to see them.
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