A Cloud Caravan Chaser Am I

Society is the monkey mind of humanity’s body. A stroll under the stars is the peace of calming towards silence. Thoughts draw us in with their false promise of reality. Silence delivers reality’s judgeless embrace.

Space hosts us in its boundless cradle and delivers us from solitary confinement. Where the opaque apparent can rerun its fear matinee.

The Tao 16 says: contemplate the return amidst chaos’ swirl. Spaciousness slows time enough to sip return’s wine.

The night sky is a postcard of homecoming. A cloud caravan overhead shows the way. I beg hitch on this night circus migration. The clouds nod like elephant mothers. There is room on the Freedom Express.

I wished for this five days prior and was gifted it freely when I finally stepped out. A cloud caravan chaser am I.