Pure Sky

In your vastness of blue and white,

I watch you in restful wonderment
of your pure dimensions of light,
and of darkness -
along those puffy, almost intangible parts.
Behind this clear glass window I ask;
"How can you just drift up there,
and leave without even looking back?"
and with great beauty and trust you become,
as you let things be, as if they were meant to.
I wish therefore to ask for your secret,
for your great skill of beautiful surrender.
and with all my limited understanding,

in my world of static existence,
teach me about maturity and of letting go;
tell me about your innate quality that is vairagya.