These clouds, like my life before me...
Blow across the sky.
They are part of a system,
And are subject to the cycles of the planet.
Did they ask to be here, now?
Did I ask to be here now? I think I did.
Unlike the clouds, I had a part in it.
How can a integrate the feeling of being blown around,
And the inner knowing that I chose this?
Some part of me knows it's a grand experience,
And it'll be a laugh later...
But right now, it's uncharted territory.
I'll survive, just like all of Creation will.
And one day, we'll all be in the Light,
And we will realize this life is a precious gift.