Seems troubled, tangled,
Complex and confusing,
Look up, and watch the clouds
As they shift and realign before the wind.
Always changing, never static,
Always taking new formations;
At times, like love and joy,
So pervasive and substantial,
While at other times they’re altogether absent,
With all the permutations in between,
Yet each appearance offers its own blessings:
Shade, texture, beauty; rain or sun —
Each has its charm, each has its challenges,
And so will all that lies ahead. Fear not,
But keep on moving toward your goal.
1 comment:
Una mirada a lo alto nos permite apreciar como nunca se repite una misma escena. Todo es cambiante, todo a la vez eterno y solo hay que estar atento a ese momento de realidad que fugazmente se nos presenta, para retratarlo y hacerlo nuestro.
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