Clouds and Form

Nature has a metaphor for any state of mind for me. Clouds will do it for today, specifically the big, white fluffy cumulus clouds.
I have big thoughts and projects building with bright magnificence. They are constantly changing in indistinct form, however. My opportunity is to judge this as wrong or to love this amorphous state as the dynamic, surprising phase of creation.
Let the forms shift, for once the cloud descends as rain and becomes incorporated into a tree it’s form is pretty well set.

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