If I could share 500 words to inspire, this is the important wisdom I'd want to pass along to others...
The most fundamental confusion we have is between clouds and skies.
When we strive to obtain a specific object or circumstance, we are seeking after a cloud. Even if we find it, it will hold only for a moment – and then it tumbles and evolves, changing endlessly. That is the nature of clouds.
When we strive to arrange all the elements of our lives to match our vision of happiness, we are seeking to find a tableau of clouds all put together just right. Finding such a painting is even more difficult than seeking after a single cloud, and even more fleeting if we succeed.
Clouds are forms and the sky is meaning. The objects and circumstances that pass through your life are forms – they are only expressions of the meaning in which they arise and subside. Even your life itself is just a season in the sky – seasons come and go, just as storms and clouds within the seasons. There is no reason to seek after clouds or to run away from them. The serenity of a cloudless sky is also just a passing, temporal thing. Let the sky revolve, as it must.
Rather than this cloud of mind-body, focus on the sky of consciousness in which it appears.
Rather than ask that the clouds be painted in a specific way, focus on the Painter and watch His astonishing work.
Rather than ask that the individual forms of love that you are so fond of remain frozen forever, consider how wonderful it is that this sky is painted with such clouds.
After all these turns away from clouds toward sky, you will make a most astonishing discovery. The sky is not moving, only these clouds. The sky does not age, only these clouds. There are not even skies, but only sky – a singular sky that surrounds the entire world. In this immense and lovely sky, even the planet itself is a cloud. There is One consciousness with an infinite number of edges of attention, and your localized consciousness is just such an edge.
Edges are clouds too. The differences between You, the Beloved, and Love itself are nothing more than tumbling collections of vapor… vanishing then reappearing, eternally. Knowing this, seeing that you are the Witness, you are free.
Free to act with compassion toward all beings, so that an angry cloud that spits lightning does not block your sight.
Free to accept what comes and release what goes, so that you stop constantly averting your eyes from the symphonic Creation.
Free to be thankful for all the tapestries unveiled to you so that you could at last see the Eternal beyond the turning of the seasons.
When you are freed from chasing clouds, the line between witnessing and creating vanishes.