In Memory Of A Cloud
When you think of me tomorrow,
Please do it with a smile
For I’m the one who sheltered you
From burning rays up high
Please think of me as quenching
The flowers in their beds.
For they were slowly wilting
Before my rain I fed
And what about my shadow
I cast upon the land
So you could see the colours
That nature put at hand
Or how about the moonbeams
I chased up to the stars
So you could have the darkness
Your sleepy thoughts devours
So when you think tomorrow
Surely you will see
A friend that’s passing by you
Within the sky for free..
Idle Thoughts 5
A history book is notoriously unreliable because it always contains the bias of the historian who wrote it.
I wonder when we die can we see things as other energies do.
No one has all the answers to everything,
Because they don’t know all the questions.
If nature is left to its own resources the world would be in perfect balance.
Unfortunately mankind is the chaos factor forever doing things without any concern for the consequences.
I wonder what the difference is between an amble and a wander.
When does a story become a tale.
Thought to Ponder – This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
Music on You Tube – journey to the temple – Llewellyn
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