Blue-black expanse of sky,
Without beginning, without end
Wisps of clouds arise,
move across and pass
Some clouds are my emotions,
some are relations
Some clouds are self esteem,
some are skills
Some clouds are friends,
some are foes
Some clouds are wealth,
some are clothes
Some clouds are my face
and some are my work
Some clouds are awards
and some are curses
Some clouds are health,
and some are death
The wisps of cloud are all the same
They arise, and they pass
And yet some I try to grasp
The wisps of cloud are all the same
They have no permanence
And yet some I try to avoid
The wisps of cloud are all the same,
They have no form
They disappear when I observe
When equanimity arises,
And there is no aversion or craving
When wisdom arises,
And there is no more ignorance
Remains blue black expanse of mind
Ah! Bliss without beginning, without end
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