The world is as a swirling cloud
Uncertain, ever-changing
Through which thunder booms
And lightning cracks
To see it from without is to see little
To see it from within is to be blinded
What, then, is the cloudburst
Of the world?
The world is as a swirling cloud
Uncertain, ever-changing
Through which thunder booms
And lightning cracks
To see it from without is to see little
To see it from within is to be blinded
What, then, is the cloudburst
Of the world?
A Poem A Day 
Great thoughts here to ponder about!
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