everything moves in the sky
there’s no past, present, or future
there’s no wishes or attachments or expectations
it just is, things like clouds and planes
add themselves to the canvas
and pass by it without
any emotion or emptiness
they just do
they just act
they don’t think
they don’t second guess
they don’t wish to look a different way
they don’t wish the sky was bigger or bluer

i want to be like that
i want to live like that
me as the canvas
and my life, my days,
as the clouds and planes
that leave no traces on me
they just pass by without disturbing
the peace and wholeness of my soul