One Way of Awaring

The smallest visible cloud
Makes a dot near the tower.
The mind commands, "let this stand
For the one present moment
That is vaporous enough
To detect as a difference
Against the indifferent blue

But not large enough to feel
Less than instantaneous."
Oh mind, I love you, but please
Could you once see your way clear
To a completed silence
Without a commentary,
Confabulation, or cloud?