The Cloud That Surrounds

Clouds are mysterious illusions of reality;
created out of thought and coherent light;
sometimes, they’re expression’s modality
the curtain that falls, during the night.

They’re made of a fabric, reality has woven;
drifting aloft, without a care;
often, affecting all decisions we’ve chosen;
they can be found anywhere.

All, the universe; and beyond it, infinity;
exists a universal Consciousness;
only visible to the Master of Divinity;
it’s boundary, sealed with his kiss.

This cloud is the book of infinite reality;
within it, is all that’s been, or will be;
sometimes it becomes an ocean of brutality;
for, reality often acts, like an angry sea.

Most clouds are simply Consciousness;
their energies, a part of the whole;
concealing truth that eyes don’t address;
clouds are the energy from the soul.

Often the clouds are harbingers of a storm;
brewing within reality’s mind;
the mind and the body must conform;
for the two must be aligned.

All of the clouds contain food for thought;
and evil is contained in forbidden fruit:
the fruits of evil, that the serpent brought;
must be destroyed by its root.

Clouds are mysterious illusions of reality;
created out of thought and coherent light;
separating the upper kingdom from duality;
while the lower world vanishes in the night.

The Cardboard Breadman