While all eyes are focused
Down on earth with myriad adventures,
I start my journey high up in the sky,
Where clouds of all forms and shapes
Are moving fast to attend the show.
Up there in the sky, the palaces
Are made of candy clouds.
They float like ice on water
For neither gold nor silver
Draws them down.
The toys of children are clouds,
Girls are elegantly dressed in clouds,
The balls are clouds, so are the dolls.
Men move like clouds, changing size
according to their desires.
There is fusion everywhere
With no division or confusion.
There is a harmony beautiful
Among man, nature and animal.
No one is superior or inferior.
Environment is protected like a baby,
Women respected like ladies
And the scent of love spreads around.
There is so much play in the clouds
For men and women have children’s hearts.
There is laughter, there is mirth,
There is giving, sharing and rejoicing.
Life, like the clouds floats
In the heights of ecstasy,
So simple, so sensual,
With implacable sweetness.
And when I have to pull the plug,
Leave the sweet notes
And come back to the deafening notes,
I hold the clouds in both my arms and cry.