clouds
Topic: Mysteries of Life


Looking at clouds move and change we can see in the blink of the eye how things transform and are not permanent. Transitory in fact. You can see beauty and images of terror pass before your eyes and before your imagination in a blink of an eye. You'll naturally try to hold onto the image you just saw in the clouds but it's impossible. The image is gone, the flying demon or the vase of flowers lived there for you, only you, in your mind and then the visual evidence of it is gone. Soon even the memory of what you saw passes from your mind as you continue on your day. Kind of like life, you experience it in passing and every joy and every terror passes eventually from your thoughts and from your mind. Some things may last in your mind but when you go so goes those thoughts and memories. Transitory, ephemeral and gone. Like the clouds in the sky swirling and floating above your head.