drawing by petersilie

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The Clouds Fly across the Sky to God Knows Where

The clouds fly across the sky to God knows where.
What a blessing it is to sometimes start from a distance
and know that we have an abundance of time, like the heavens
the supply of brightness is bottomless and there’s no black to spare.
The clouds fly across the sky, clouds across the sky...
The first and fifth lines tell of this,
and one has to read slowly and draw in the lines
and to hover in these same clouds between the lines.
Life does not want to instruct and call to the deadly battle,
but only to quietly astound with any detail.


Translated by Richard McKane