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By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Clouds imbue my fantasies with a wonderful endlessness,
always redefining the limits of my mind,
the pure evolution of form
irrepressible, and unfathomable.
How I am immersed in their wonder, their hope and existence,
always racing ahead to pre-empt their soft white manipulations,
to anticipate their revelation of transforming a mind,
into the pure pleasure of timelessness.
Like blankets they cover the world, those streaks of white mist,
amassing, stretching, curling; one moment wisps then castles in the heavens,
light dancing on their walls in golden array,
edges alive with form and presence.
My mind flows like a trickling stream, when I embrace clouds,
my heart slows to a gentle pace and I surrender to that murmur of being,
when movement is not forced but accepting of its true state,
and what comes shall do so out of no thought at all.
Clouds remind us we are apart of all life, slowly and gently evolving,
and to what destination is of little importance,
just the beauty of changing, marking time with the ebb and flow of life,
so that we are at rest in our souls, knowing full well we exist.
From darkness to light, gloom to the lightness of mist,
clouds are like the children of our imagination,
always transforming in the joy of freedom,
within a world of tumultuous change.