Clouds—Original Poem
To find the origin,
trace back the manifestations.
—Tao
Between being and non-being
barely there
these sails of water, ice, air -
Indifferent drifters, wandering
high on freedom
of the homeless
Restlessly swithering
like ghosts, slithering through substance
in puffs and wisps
Lending an enchanting or ominous air
luminous or casting shadows,
ambivalent filters of reality
Bequeathing wreaths, or
modesty veils to great natural beauties
like mountain peaks
Sometimes simply hanging there
airborne abstract art
in open air
Suspended animation
continually contorting:
great sky whales, now, horse drawn carriages
unpinpointable thought forms,
punctuating the endless sentence of the sky.
—Yahia Lababidi
Indoor clouds by Dutch artist, Berndnaut Smilde
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...and the last line just hangs there, like a...
Cloud? 🤓
It is a lovely poem.
Thank you, Kathleen.