The sky of I is empty, is vast, indeed is infinite.
And full of light, even in the darkest night.
From a single source all stars do shine.
Thoughts are but clouds that gather
and in their passing keep us
from seeing the sky above.
So thoughts may come
and as easily we must let them go.
Thus most thoughts seldom bring rain.
And soon return to contemplate the sky of I,
and soon rejoice in the only truth we will ever find.