Along for the Ride
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Slowly, and as a Herd
the Sky-Borne Mountains Move.
Monumental peaks with no top in sight
the Morning Sun illuminating them,
they shine the Purest White.
"My Brothers the Clouds!" Cry I,
"What makes you move?
Why do you leave here,
and where to?"
"We know not,"
their rolling voices rumble,
"Brother wind pushes us,
we travel as the weed tumbles."
That something so Great
should be thus so Humbled!
"Brother Wind," I ask,
"what makes you Blow? What do you search for,
and where do you go?"
"Our Mother the Earth's motion moves me,"
he answers,
"question Her, if the reason why you would know."
And the Mother? She just laughs,
and sighs...
for She knows that
-- in the end --
we are all just along for the Ride.
Namaste
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sweet and airy -- thanks for the ride

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