Lately I’ve come upon a way called the cloud mentality, or how to exist like a cloud,
Cause maybe clouds teach us human ways of should-be:
It’s simply to move, while feeling as if you’re still,
For having no final form,
No final land,
To break when needed,
To form when needed,
Be still when needed,
To attach and unite when needed,
To go from up heavens to down seas,
To not be there sometimes,
As a break from existence,
As some summer nights,
To be plain in plain sight,
To reflect the color of what’s surrounding,
To go from rivers to corps,
To hear cries and prayers and laughs,
To give high spirits to things you pass across,
For tearing down if it means giving life,
And speeding up if it means taking things away,
To just stare at things from up distance,
To have a higher view of looking and listening to stories and events,
To protect things in your shadow sometimes,
To move with the wind,
To be a part of the many and and own,
To have no earthly ties,
To feel like roaming and flowing in the sky,
To transform from a small piece to a covering space.
It’s about taking thinks lightly, nothing final or serious, nothing grand in the scheme of seasons and weathers, to accept your roles at times and colors at many others times, and letting things be but with a move.
Even wondered why clouds shape like brains?
zaki monzer 