Cloud, Sky & Wind Poem by Bullion Grey

Does sky, cloud or wind think about us, you & me?
If so, where does sky, cloud or wind think? Does sky know it is sky?
What concerns the sky?
What cloud floats in doubt?
Do winds roam free without fear of getting lost?
Is sky a reminder to us to be, without any concern?
Where does sky end & we begin?
A seeker once wrote: 'the traditions of Sky reflect in the learning of self. Sky always has a yawning smile, whether blue or not.'
From somewhere inside Sky,
From,
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