The true nature of my mind is clear, and empty, like space – as of a clear blue sky
And the thoughts that arise, moment by moment, are each as a passing cloud
None of which have any physical existence.
The azure of the sky plays above the clouds
In the dance of constant motion
Reminding me that all my problems exist as mere passing notions
That only exist in my imagination.
So I choose blue motion
And evolve into both the present and future
Exploring the wisdom of