Someone loves
In the sky itself
The clouds that are born, people, consciousness, all sentient beings
I do not know the reason
chance, coincidence, nothingness
Clouds flow and disappear
Nothing flows without, and nothing flows without
Even if there are no clouds, even if there are no people
The sky is the sky
It is also the sky that encompasses nothingness
Is that what it is?
Is it good or bad to dream of meaning and
The emptiness of phenomena and the “emptiness” of logical end
Which shall we let our mind play with?
