“Clusters of clouds,
no two the same.
How sad for the cloud,
that we grieve when he transforms into rain,
yet we only see the blueness of sky
where he should’ve been,
asking “Where did you go?”
and saying “I miss you!”
We’re so caught up with a former form,
yet he continues to greet us in the droplets
on our umbrellas, in our hair—everywhere!”
-excerpt from Nova Conscientia: poetic snippets of mindfulness
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Painting: “Beach Scenery” by Kōno Bairei (1844-1895)