Cloud Movement

Look!  From this cloud

Pouring like wine from the pitcher

Of heaven

Into the ancient drinking bowl

Of sky

There is a wonder,

A miracle; this, this and this!

Upon a cloud I float! I am delivered!

I have crossed a bridge over the span of my self today,

A way that no words pass

Lest you stretch forth with all your might,

Your skeleton retting from your marrow

The cables of your arteries which suspend from your heart,

Meditating intensely upon the fibres of your soul,

You will never become free.

Follow the cloud movement.  That is all.