My dreams have taken on the aspect of clouds. I move within their certain uncertainty, the corner of my eye smudged with image, and emerge trailing vapors. Atoms of recall cling, but the whole vanishes, swallowed upon waking. And I am left to wonder and scrounge and rue the dream’s reabsorption.
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Nice photo! Have you read THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING: THE BOOK OF PRIVY COUNSELING? It’s a 14th century manuscript, author unknown, a real gem.
Thank you — yesterday’s sky was a tumult of clouds! You have mentioned “The Cloud of Unknowing” — I will push it to the top of my reading list 🙂