The Clouds: and Baba’s Child

Clouds
Clouds
In the blue.

A beauteous sight are thee!
Colors soft and mountain high
You break the monotony of the sky.

You draw our eyes upward by your charm
You build castles for the homesick crowd
You are an aerial zoo, an upturned sea,
You run races, play trapeze galore,
You hide, reveal, pull curtains on and off.
You eternally play
With sun and stars
And rain and rough
And thunder tough.

You add to the Infinite
And embroider the `Formless’.
You are painted and puffed with silver robes
Or pink or red, or gold on fire.

Float on by,
Float on by.

I am Baba’s Child;
You are Baba’s loving fold
I love to applaud, greet!

Thoughts
Thoughts
In the deep blue mind.

A motley crowd are they!
Thoughts flimsy, furious, fearsome, high
You break the monotony of life.

You draw the thinker down or up
You build systems for geophilous crowd,
You are an inner zoo, full thick with beasts.
You somersault, and skip over many a slip;
You tantalize so near, so far from goal.
You eternally play
With ideas, I and Mine
And senses tough

You subtract the Infinite,
And prolong the Eternal.
And limit the Unlimited.
You are tainted and clogged with lust and hate
Or envy and greed, a brain on fire.

Float on by,
Float on by.
I am Baba’s Child,
I am Witness
Of your flickering film
On the Untouched Screen of Truth!

~Kaston
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, April 1973