To find yourself in the infinite,
You must distinguish and then combine;
Therefore my winged song thanks
The man who distinguished cloud from cloud.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
As I wrote my first and my second book, if I ever became stuck with my writing I would simply gaze out of the window and drift off into a serene place, looking at the clouds moving across the sky, sometimes slowly, sometimes hardly moving at all.
Clouds have so many metaphors, and one I love the most is that clouds are like the thoughts of the mind, we can't grab onto thoughts and neither can we grab onto clouds, but the sky is who we really are, unmoving, unchanging, because everything changing is illusion. That which changes is not the wholeness of the human being being experienced through this world in physical form.
I loved this idea so much I wrote about it over on my other blog and called it 'The Shadow Self and the Cloudy Sky'.
Why do I say that in a former life I was a cloud? Because I am still a cloud. Without the cloud, I cannot be here. I am the cloud, the river, and the air at this very moment, so I know that in the past I have been a cloud, a river, and the air.
Thich Nhat Hanh