What covers the sky, however broad it may be.
And what shields us from the sun, however powerful it may seem?
What blocks the moonlit sky, Beautiful and bright,
And what blots out the stars, descending in the night?

Illusory yet real, intangible yet present.
It covers the sky like a watery blanket.

Blocking the warmth and the brightness of day.
Shielding us from joys as it may.

For no real purpose, meaning or reason,
it covers our sight from what it deems treason.

Moonlit beauty, a boundless sky,
the everlasting light after an unending night.

Shielding the world from the splendour of the weather,
it prevents us from seeing,
What truly matters

The rain then comes, and the clouds disappear,
What seemed so everlasting, disappearing like the wind.

Like these clouds are thoughts,
Blocking our perception.
Clouding our view,
as though life is in their possession.

They mould our thoughts and shift our sights,
They stop us from seeing what is within our right.

Deceiving us, we trust their belief,
choosing the clouds over what truly exists.
Eventually we forget, a life before this,
A life of beauty, brightness and gifts.

Mixed with the moods of melancholy and reflection,
the unclouded mind, is just this clear perception.

Rather than saying, that our thoughts are us.
What if we look beyond, and see that there is nothing within us?

Within nothingness a something,
Within change a permanence.

Our identity is something, beyond all thoughts and words.