some have their reality
their biases their preconceptions
and I was once a fool
who convinced himself
of certainties
when it came calm and the thunder
a sky blue    
screamed to me
from
the sides
the hidden
inside flowers
and the puffy clouds
sang a chorus
and the flat ground I hovered over saw
that it was round
and on the other side this sphere
I used my power
to consider
my concepts metamorphised
and  up was no more certain
and I opened  
the Bible the Tao
and rearranged
the priorities
of my fears
closed my arms around a vision
hugged and no more feared
my ego having
to be perfect
i sang with
animals among the clouds
just wandering free
and clear
I am barefoot now