I’ve been watching clouds, ideas floating in my mind, sometimes hidden behind veils of confusion and deceit, or often not there at all. Then the blue sky reigns, like a short cut to heaven, where the breath seems sweeter and life so much richer, connected to the source of all joy and awareness. And when the clouds return, like single thoughts intruding, I know they will pass
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Ciscography 
Excellent poem, I like tthis one a lot!
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Well-crafted! Your poem takes me back to lazy summer days when I was a boy. It was fun to lie on my back and witness the changing pattern of the clouds.
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