Flight from Buffalo, New York,
to Los Angeles, Calif., Dec. 2, 1972

Below and above the clouds

By Vladimir Huber

As the plane rises above the clouds
the sunshine is ever existing
Sadness remains below, just where I was

I couldn’t see more, than what my level had to show
Now, that I have risen above
I can see clear, that the clouds are no longer with me

It took me two hours to come out of the down mood
Two whole hours
Now I feel more mature
More aware of the ignorance that I applied

The plane will go below the clouds and to the ground
My body will go with it
But as my True Self arises with each day
I hope it remains with the ever existing sunshine