The sky never remembers
 The storm clouds and the lashing rain,
 The mighty black churnings of the hurricane.
 The sky never remembers the lightning
 Which dances across it’s face
 Nor the deafening thunder
 That reverberates through it’s eternal space.
 The sky never remembers,
 The billowing white clouds,
 The radiance of the dazzling sun,
 Nor the glitter of the golden moon-beams.
 But with the passing of each day,
 The sky never forgets
 To present a clean blue slate
 Where nothing remains written or etched;
 Where everything is transitory.

 The sky never forgets to look down in amusement,
 To see the passing show,
 As the billowing clouds float, drifting out of
 One nothingness into another…
 Way down below.
 For reality is illusion
 And illusion is reality