Everything that happens in a person is like clouds… A thought is like a cloud, an emotion is like a cloud, a feeling is like a cloud… but what a person really is, is the sky. They are the space which everything passes through.
But this is poetry. No one should believe me. This is something to discover, simply by being with yourself… everything passes through, except for you.
It’s so easy to watch.
If you look at the sky –the sky never moves… lightening or thunder or sunshine. But the space in which it happens doesn’t move at all.
It’s sort of a poetic way to try to talk about What’s this? What’s that?
So, I invite you to watch the poetry.
With thanks to my friend at the Cassandra Pages for the head’s up.
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