My mind in the clouds πŸ•Š

β€œThe clouds taught me that things are not always what they seem, by making the moon walk”. Author: @Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover.
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You know, clouds probably don't overthink...they just drift and move like our feelings & thoughts.☁️☁️☁️
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Clouds are among the greatest teachers, reminding us of the nature of Life, forever changing.
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They co-create with the Sky and in so many ways it feels that we could be mirrors of these clouds, co-creating with the Sky/Universe.
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We are like these clouds, always changing from one shape to another, from a version of the self to another, from a feeling to another one, from a thought to another one...continuously shifting and transmuting.
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Doesn’t it remind you of our own nature? πŸ‘€
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They also remind us of our projections & perceptions and how subjective most of our belief systems are. Ask a friend to see what she or he sees in the sky at the same time as you? You will very likely see different shapes in the clouds, right? πŸ‘
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Et oui, we see the world always from a point of view at a particular moment. πŸ€™
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We need to be able to recognise this in order to break free from some of our certainties which could bring, if we are not mindful, inner & outer walls with our being and other beings around us. πŸ€
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Can we also accept that there are always many ways of seeing shapes of clouds?
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There are infinite ways of seeing things, as much as there is little absolute Truth in Life. πŸ¦‹
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Truth is in the Sky, in the Clouds, and in Nature, i like to remind myself when I go off tangent.πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ
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I end this note with this beautiful poem which I hope you will like as much as I do:
"Clouds that wander through the sky,
Sometimes low and sometimes high;
In the darkness of the night,
In the sunshine warm and bright.
Ah! I wonder much if you
Have any useful work to do.".
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Believe it or not, this is an anonymous poem as far as I understand, and I am then left wondering if those words were not sent from and by the Clouds. Ha! 🌬🀍
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Lovingly. πŸ•ŠπŸ€
In my own clouds.β›…οΈβ˜οΈπŸŒ¦β›ˆ

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