Clouds rolling golden in light,
Billowing shadow storms,
God dancing in the myriad of forms.
Autumn trees shedding leaves
On stormy south wind,
The light of the sun, everywhere,
As if the atom were lit
From within.
Talk of infinities, talk of government
Policies.
Great processions of life,
Of You’s, and I’s
Coming, going, passing.
The great river of time,
Ceaseless, unerring.
-Sam
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