Clouds never collapse

“Clouds never collapse”, the old man told him,

“Watch the sage, the might in his crown;
Even as the flames burn the hallowed ground.
The faith in his stance, the faith in his pain;
In the depth of his grief, he has no shame.

He shifts no weight on the scale of nature
And loses his ace without a wager.
He cedes everything that the world requests
And his former truth now rolls with the rest.

A million boulders stare down upon,
To see a paragon gem become a pawn.
They applaud the growth of the little stone,
For weight is the power behind their throne

Dull rivers may cut, tough seas will crumble
But the sage with no edges can never stumble
Everyday, he lets his old soul grow
Competing with his old, piercing shadow

No cloud could contend with his immense state,
But now he can’t know himself, in love or hate.”

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