Cloud Thoughts

Cloud Thoughts July 29 2010


Sky blue pink –

Invented color from a childhood game.

I drive home now under sky blue pink –

The clouds fantastic roads and windows –

Paths for spirits traveling,

Coming here or leaving.

You sit, a coast away,

Keeping vigil in an ICU, your dear friend about to leave.

I wonder if the paths I see are opening for her,

As she takes a bit of you along

On her voyage into Love beyond.



Reflection

Each of us loses someone dear occasionally. But most of the time, the experience is rare enough for each individual that we don’t think so much about the enormous traffic passing constantly between the physical and spiritual realms -- not only people entering or leaving bodies, but also those, both in body and in spirit, who are dreaming, praying, loving, or remembering.

We no longer see with physical eyes those who have left their bodies – as if we were separated from each other by clouds. But clouds only appear solid. In fact, they are airy, porous, immaterial; our impression of them is no more than an illusion.

Seeing a beautiful, colorful sky rich with cloud shapes, as I think about the act of keeping vigil with a loved one nearing her passing, I'm reminded how close the physical and spiritual realms really are. We live a little bit on both sides of the cloud curtain – embodied, absorbed in physical reality, and also imbued with spirit love, united with our loved ones everywhere.