When I Look Around

Painted clouds

Spot the sky

Canvas of God

And still we question why:

What’s so good about life? or simply

Why am I here?

Just live child, live.  My dear

the train conductor did say to me.

Be and let be

And in life one shall see

Sacred canvas mirrored

Speckled, spotted, painted

Etched and carved

throughout the Soul.

One big…

Soul.

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