What fills the Sky?  Nothing. 
What fills your mind?  Nothing. 
Thus  you and the Sky are one.

I was so angry yesterday afternoon, I punched a tree.

It laughed at me. 

I ran 5 miles yesterday after punching that tree

and just before an agitated storm of thunder descended upon Dreamland.

Nearby was a Grecian-columned mausoleum.

 I took shelter from the meteorological threat upon the portico and under cover thereof.

Waiting out the storm, I found myself alone with Nature in a most intimate way.

Nature had  to keep me company. 

And I challenged Nature to instill in me a new infusion of creativity,

hoping that the creativity would strike before lightning would the ungrounded mausoleum.

What fills the Sky?  The Oceans merge into the Atmosphere which merges into the star-struck Universe.

What fills your mind?  Your thoughts flow from your dreams derived from an Awareness that laughs at the contrived notion of Time.

Time was so angry yesterday, it lashed out.
Awareness laughed as such foolishness.