Carried on the winds of time, breath is the bond between the realms of consciousness and spirit.
Mountain river, made of snow. Melting, rushing, finding flow. Feeding green throughout the land. Pushing back the dried out sand. Bringing life to all you pass. Until you reach the shore at last. Become just one eternal blue. As you reach the truth of you. What is the truth of you?
Pictures, patterns, stories in the sky. Flights of fantasy floating up high. Covering the Earth in a pillowy shroud. What do you see in the soul of a cloud? When you stare into a cloud, what parts of you are reflected back?