CloudClad, ClayCloaked, ClosetClothed

the sky.. cloudclad..

   in clemency gives away all her

   rain raiment

   Unveiled now is the sun..

   resplendent in His purity.

   The earth.. claycloaked..

   transmutes herself into fruit

   The agent.. closetclothed..

   no longer wishes the tension of lies

   and secrecy.. of a double life..

   Spirit fires have touched him.

   He chooses the Master over Mammon.



(Rain at sea

.. no redundancy)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sai Baba: Yes there
are agents and conspiracies
but one must see agents
(also) as God and speak
to them of GOD

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