Clouds

I love clouds.  They are a metaphor for the manifestations in my life.

Clouds remind me of life.  They are temporal, ephemeral, aways drifting and changing driven by the wind the energy of life.    They can be misty or snowy.  On a rainy day cry me a cloud full.  The ideas they carry can float away or appear and stay.  Clouds are never the same always changing.  A fine mist-like cloud can cover up a mountain and hide information, then dissolve and reveal the beauty within.  I like the idea of a cloud being an incognito veil  and the veil is blown off at different times to reveal new insights.

This is the entrance to the pagoda on the hill out my window.

It’s clear today.  Misty cloudy mornings hide it’s colorful beauty.  On a clear day, like today you can see to the Yangtze river and the bridge beyond.   At night the pagoda is lit up.  Green and red fireworks are exploding in the night sky next to the temple. I love this pagoda anytime day, night, in the fog, mist, rain, snow or sunshine.

Words of wisdom:  Find something you love!

I love looking at the pagoda, writing philosophy and taking pictures.

Did you know it all comes together, if we let it?  Thinking about it long enough will make it appear.  What would we like to manifest?  Contemplate our desires, then sit them on a distant mountain in the morning mist with clouds wafting around the entirety of our ideas.  Life is like this pagoda atop the hill, looming on the horizon, ideas percolating about to appear in our life, right before our eyes.   It might be concealed by a cloud.  Take notice as the clouds dissipate, part and dreams are lifted into reality.

My new life is  there on the moutain, in the mist, in the clouds waiting to appear.

One day the wind will blow, the clouds will move and there you will be.  You are there I just haven’t seen you yet.